[ At first, confusion takes over. The mention of Meredith seems so out of place, despite the circumstances in which they crossed paths. And then, a dawning surprise– she's mentioning Meredith as though the Knight-Commander is still around. Oh. ]

I– no. Knight-Commander Meredith was slain in battle. By you. She... got a hold of a red lyrium idol and it drove her mad.

[ Well ok, madder. Her behavior had been appalling and he'd just. Let it happen. Of course, he'd found evidence of her withholding information and even lying to him in the aftermath, but it didn't matter. He'd known enough. Cullen glances away, reminds himself that his work with the Inquisition was to get away from all of that. To make up for his mistakes. ]

I've been assisting the Inquisition, alongside Seeker Cassandra and Varric. [ Does she know Cassandra? Maybe not. ]

As I've said, I'm not with the order any longer– [ Ok temper, keep it in check. Cullen pauses through his harsh words, exhales slowly through his nose. ] I'll endure, I suppose.

[ He eyes the burn mark dubiously, unsure if she's pulling his leg or speaking plainly. It could go either way with Hawke. ]