He was older now, of course - more than a decade had passed since Neria Surana had last laid eyes on him. He wore his hair a little longer, facial hair a bit different, and there was a sadness in his eyes that hadn't been there at nineteen. The fury and terror those eyes had held in the last moments they'd spoken was gone as well, though, lending some evidence that all the changes were not for the worse.
"It has," Cullen replied, voice low as he nodded and stood from his desk chair. He didn't have another chair in the tower, and it seemed best to meet on Neria's level. "Thank you for coming."
She didn't have to, after all. Cullen wouldn't have blamed her in the least for refusing to speak to him, no more than he blamed Hawke for being hostile. He'd earned such a response, and he knew it. That was even more true with Neria; in this case, the trouble had been much more personal.