[ Cecily has never had a dog; it's more of a Ferelden thing wherein the stereotypes are completely true. She's spent enough time, though, in Skyhold's stables to know how to be in the presence of animals, though, and thumbs attentively at the back of the hound's neck before looking again to Cullen, frown deepening. ]

The- What? [ Now she looks concerned, more so than when they'd been attacked by demonic, knife-wielding children moments before. The Inquisitor straightens, body language on alert. Tense. ] Why would there be...

[ But she trails off, suspicion growing. Carefully, she steps back, again slipping the bow from her back. She doesn't pull it taut, doesn't aim it at him just yet, but her eyes are sharp. Clearly, there's been some recent trauma, some reason for her to distrust that the former templar is who he appears to be. ]

You're another illusion. [ Cecily says quietly, dangerous in her rigid stance and quick reflexes. ] I've only been once to the Winter Palace. What you've said; it never happened.