Up until the revelation of the Qunari spy and the fact things began to go pear shaped from there, Cullen had begun to feel that his presence at Halamshiral was nothing more than formality. For several months now, he has felt the winds of change blowing and had the sense of a phase of his life drawing to a close. The Inquisition has moved so far beyond what it was when they started it. His role has evolved and minimized by necessity.

However, with the Qunari threat front and center, he has security on high alert, has changed from the ridiculous formal wear back to his more comfortable uniform, and is directing things from an impromptu war room while the Inquisitor is out traversing eluvians. When he's brought word of a mysterious prisoner who seemed to materialize out of thin air into a flowerbed, he assumes they're dealing with another Qunari spy, and that said materialization was merely a slip up in stealth.

It's not until early evening that he's free to come check on things personally. He steps into the corridor and stalks down to where the prisoner sits. He'd instructed that she be provided with water and food and trusts his instructions were carried out. Qunari spy or not, the Inquisition doesn't mistreat prisoners. Not on his watch.

He comes to a halt opposite her, his hand resting casually on his pommel. "Not that I expect we'll get much from you, but what do you have to say for yourself?"