Cole flinches with the pain of it and then he's moving into action, grabbing anything soft and piling it against the corner bookcase. "Sit, careful, if you sit you can let your muscles relax from that and they'll stop making it worse, I'll close the doors, bright, brilliant, blinding, burning, too much sunlight."

His hands hover, wanting to touch to help Cullen sit, but not wanting to just grab a Templar. Ex-Templar. Battle reflexes.