"Much harder to get right now." Cullen smirks and claps him on the back on his way toward the front of the column. He and Aveline chat for the rest of the way. He hasn't forgotten their losses. It's just pointless to dwell, especially when morale is so important.

Once they're at the head of the trail down, an archer sends up a red flaming arrow. By the time they reach the strand, the ferry is there to pick up the guards. Cullen picks a good leaning spot at the foot of the cliff in the shade and relaxes such as he can in uniform. He watches the flat boat get smaller across deep blue sparkling waves. Thank the Maker the weather stayed on their side.