"Do you work in the kitchens?" Cullen is searching for threads of connection to weave into some sort of explanation, something that he can hold in his mind as real and solid. Ever since the circle, gaps in his memory terrify him. The dark places where voices can creep in, can create new truths, lifetimes lived in moments. "How do-- what makes you think I need a pain draught?" Is this common knowledge now? Has the rumour mill sunk him?