It had been one of those nights. They seemed to come alone more rarely of late, but now and then they sprung up for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. The nights when the dark and twisted things came out of the shadows of his mind. He slid out of bed, avoiding waking his companion, and made his way into the night to run-walk, to get his blood bumping and his muscles burning.

He had long since learned the layout of Skyhold in the darker hours of the night by now, but it was that which made it easier to spot someone else up at this hour, looking somewhat distressed. He knew the hunched over look of vomiting, and as he drew closer he caught the sour smell of it.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he walked up, making sure to make plenty of noise as he did so.