Cullen doesn't have much gore on him, but he still wets a cloth absently with a little water, wiping it off of his face and ignoring his armour. His own relationship with lyrium is complicated. He doesn't want it anywhere near him in general.

When he walks past Asher, he offers the cloth. It's still mostly clean. If everyone is fine, they shouldn't waste time. He pokes his head into the cavern, listening intently, and then motions the others forward. Time to take out the next batch.

[[OOC: I thought we were good to keep going in the next thread. Hopefully this is a more acceptable chapter end? If not, or if you guys want more conversation beforehand, feel free to ignore it and keep on tagging in this one.]]