"Well, that's because you are strong. The Dalish have survived much." There's a stab of guilt there - a proud people brought low by the organization he had dedicated his life to. Sometimes it was easy to see why Cullen had left. He pressed his lips together, looking down at the ground.

"Oh, thank you for the translation - and you are most welcome." He paused, then arched an eyebrow, "The Dalish are not what I would consider 'apostates'." A pause, then a wry, self-deprecating smirk. "Although I have come to understand that what I think of as an apostate is not ... exactly correct. I live, I learn." He shrugs, "You are in no danger from me."