~Under the Blue Lights~
The situation was much beyond words to soothe the delirious Fereldan soldier. Had the situation itself been any less hectic, Éleanor may have risen both of her eyebrows in surprise at the usage of her first name coming from the Commander. It wasn’t that she minded, per se, but it was the fact that he rarely even used her name to begin with. Had he ever, really?
That didn’t matter now, however, for what mattered was that she could get him to calm down. Having walked in on the former Templar at his weakest, such a reaction was to be expected.
She barked his name with authoritative and assertive tune, hoping it’d do something to snap him out. One hand gripped onto his wrist, pinning it right above his head (with great effort, considering that shewas shorter and physically much less powered), her hand pressed against the center of his chest with her whole weight leant to it, aiming to keep the whole of him pinned.
It was under extreme control that Cullen didn’t whip the woman off of him. He wanted her off. Gone. He wanted lyrium but her entry had stopped him from going to get it from the storehouse. Which he was quite glad she had intervened.
Cullen’s gaze weavered for a moment. Blurred as fatigue hit him like a druffalo. His body shook slightly as his knees suddenly buckled. He fell to his knees on the ground at Eleanor’s feet. His body shaking as his brow hot.
“I’m so sorry…” he breathed, his hands coming up to cover his face, “This is killing me…but I must endure. I need…to show them it can be done.”