[ Not usually one to blush, Cecily's face begins to show an almost embarrassed fluster at his words. She thinks again of the dream that she'd wandered into, of how... at peace the dream-Cecily had seemed. Maybe it was only a hopeful future, one possibility of many, but Cullen does know her well enough. If he believes that she could find a place in a life like that, then... maybe she should, too.

Cecily raises their linked hands to kiss along his fingers, thinking deeply as she does, more grateful than she knows she would be able to articulate. ]

Isabela of the Tale of the Champion? [ She ventures lightly, already knowing that it must be the Rivaini pirate queen he'd mentioned. The Inquisitor again touches their foreheads together, letting her eyes close as a little sense of ease seeps back into her system rather than guilt and fear. ]

... Thank you. [ Cecily whispers firmly. ] I love you, too, and... I trust you. Whatever happens, if you say we can make it out through to the other side together, then I will always be there at your side. For all of my days.

[ It's as close as marriage vows as she'll get at the moment. ]

Maybe we could settle in Ferelden somewhere. [ She ventures. ] Closer to your siblings.