He doesn't see him again for the next several days. There's too much to do for anyone to keep track of just one person, and after his meetings with his senior staff, Cullen has his plan of stabilization in effect for his side of things. No one gets nearly enough sleep. There are enough horrors in the city with the death toll growing that it's impossible to be much else but numb to the tasks at hand.

The arrival of the templars from Starkhaven boosts spirits, as does a contingent of the Red Irons from Wildervale. It has been a constant race against the clock to dig out survivors. The remaining mages more than pull their weight, and not because they're forced. Cullen is aware of it and grateful. In time he hopes to be able better to show it.

Thankfully, Madame Lusine not only survived the explosion but has plenty of connections to pull together aid. While there are several who also take advantage of the chaos, the Coterie plays it smart. Favors owed aren't likely to be forgotten by Seneschal Bran, a strong contender for position of Viscount if things continue in the same line as they are.

Not seeing Dorian doesn't mean he forgets him. It's unusual that any mage, much less a Tevinter, would take time out to play a part in stabilizing a foreign city. How fortuitous that he ran into him that night. There comes a time he spots him in the mess hall and finally has enough breathing room for more of a social moment. He brings his bowl and flagon with him and gestures to the seat beside him at the long table. "Mind company?"