"Okay, what was that about?"

Cullen sat on the chair in the hidden library, with Alex on his lap, sitting perpendicular to him with her legs draped over his thighs. The chair was, thankfully, large enough to accommodate them both, and she was glad that the room was so elusive, as the place smelled headily of books, dust and sex. The commander had finally released as much tension as he could, sitting in exhaustion at the chair, as they caught their breath.

"I'm sorry." Cullen said finally, running a hand against her thigh, and he could see the bruises he made across her skin. "I was just… so worried for you. You disappeared from the battle and I…" he sighed deeply as he ran a hand through the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Why are you apologizing?" Alex said as she grinned, "If that's how you'll react when I disappear from battle, then I ought to do it more often." But when the Commander didn't smile at her joke, she smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips, "I jest, Cullen. I'm sorry I worried you. But Corypheus found us in the temple, and I did what I had to do to save the others."

"I know, and I'm thankful that you did." He said, shifting so that his head leaned on her shoulder, "You wrote in your report that you drank from the Well of Sorrows. How are you feeling?"

She laughed, "You just… fucked me senseless, and now you ask about my well-being?" And Cullen's face finally broke into a smile as he laughed, "Aside from being so sore from your pounding, I'm all right. The Well made me hear voices for a time, but they seem silent…"

"You're hearing voices?!" Cullen looked up to her in shock, his smile fading, "Alexandra, are you telling me you drank from a well that you don't know anything about? You should have let Lady Morrigan drink from it, if she was so eager!"

"Cullen, I know you're worried, but we couldn't let Corypheus have the Well! And Morrigan would probably leave us once we're done with Corypheus, so I had to drink it for myself… for the Inquisition." Alex told him, and the man scoffed, "Alexandra, I've heard the whisperings of demons before. They tormented me back in the Ferelden Circle! What if drinking the water made you susceptible to them? What if the voices you're hearing are demons or… or that song from the Blight your sister was telling about?"

She shook her head, "It's fine, Cullen, really. The elf at the temple, Abelas, told us that the Well offered wisdom. I suppose whispering at some unknown elven language was how it was suppose to happen."

"It whispers in elven? How can you understand it then?" Cullen asked, and Alex pointed at the books she was reading before, "I was studying the language before you interrupted me. And also I've been taking lessons from Solas." She shrugged, "Some of the whispers are in common tongue, but the most I hear are elven. I wanted to understand what they meant."

Cullen nodded, "I see. And how can you be sure that it isn't… demons whispering in your head?"

"I don't think they are." She said thoughtfully, "The voices aren't urging me to do anything bad, just… words about the things around me. Although I was a little confused at first, considering I didn't understand some of them. But no, I don't think its demons. You can feel better about that."

The man reached over and took the book, "Did Solas give you this?"

"He did." Alex said as she flipped a page, "I asked him to make some sort of lexicon, and this is what he came up with. It's weird though… when I was speaking to him, the voices said 'harellan'."

Cullen rifled through the pages and looked at it as he found the word, " 'Trickster'? The Well thought Solas is a trickster?"

Alex nodded, and for a moment, he looked concerned, "So… the Well thinks that Solas is hiding something from us? That he's somehow tricking us?" She nodded again, and he sighed, "Well, Leliana arrived with me a moment ago. I shall speak to her, see if she can find anything more about Solas… discreetly, of course. He is a valuable ally, and good friend to us both. I would not risk him leaving if he finds out we're prodding about his past."

She kissed him in thanks, making him smile, "And what else have you learned, Alexandra?"

"Ar lath ma, vhenan." She said, and he looked up at her, looking confused, and she smiled lovingly at him, "It means 'I love you, my heart'."

Cullen smiled brightly at her and kissed her lips, "Well then, 'ar lath ma, vhenan' to you too." Alex chuckled, as she took the book from him. "And the song you were singing? Did he teach you that too?"

"Yes. In Uthenera." Alex replied, rifling through the pages again to find the lyrics her friend had written down, "Solas told me it was a song of mourning, and I thought… I thought it would be good for me to learn it, so I can sing it to our Dalish soldiers should they pass."

Cullen pushed his face against her neck, kissing her there, "Your voice makes it sound so beautiful. Sing it again for me."

Alex smiled down at him, reaching up a hand to run it through her blond hair, making him close in sigh in contentment, as she opened her mouth and sang, her high, lilting, melodious voice filling the confined space. Cullen smiled up at her in adoration, watching her eyes shine as she sang, and for a moment he shivered in fear, remembering that their enemy was still out there, and that one day, he would have to let her face him again.