Cullen let himself relax in her embrace - as much as he could while he was still glowing anyway - and let her touch and words chase away the last of the memories. "I know. Thank you. Maker only knows what would have happened if you hadn't..."
He cut that thought off, not wanting to pursue it. She was here. That was all that mattered. He knew he'd have to tell her at some point, probably soon. Maybe not all of it but enough of it, both Kinloch and Kirkwall. He knew he was mostly quiet during his nightmares, little more than mumbling even if he did wake up soaked with sweat and terrified that it hadn't been a nightmare. But every now and then he woke up screaming and unable to tell reality from dream for a few horrible moments. For that alone so that he wouldn't frighten her or worse, accidentally hurt her, she would need to know.
That drew a small laugh out of him. "My new career as a nightlight?" He frowned again. There was something different about him. Or not different so much as familiar. Something he recognised but...
"I think..." He broke off and raised his head, shaking it in confusion. "No, it's impossible."