Cullen downs the contents in a long guzzle and offers it back. Wiping his mouth is futile with a filthy gauntlet. A few drops of water still cling to his ashen lips. "Thank you. Not just for the water. I'm Knight-Ca--acting Knight-Commander Cullen. You've done us and Kirkwall a service here. You have my gratitude, for what it's worth." If they can't get some sort of structure in the city, and soon, that won't be much.

Exhaustion is in every line of his face and body, more than just on a physical level. He glances over the others gathered there, resting or quietly working and feels himself relax a fraction. They've managed stability here. It's a start.

"The docks are still unstable. It's doubtful ships will come to port again for a week or so. I'm sure they're waiting to see if we hold it together or fall to Coterie or Carta control. You can stay here for now if you choose. You've earned safe harbor. If you'd prefer to leave, I'll try to help you make the arrangements."