[ Lies aren't fun. Little white ones are sometimes, though... ]

It is a bit strange, isn't it? Not being able to be outside or even open a window if it becomes too stuffy. Going to the atrium is nice, but it isn't quite the same.

[ AKA: he understands. ]

At any rate, I'll happily lend an untested sample or two for you to try along with a sleeping draught. If you become ill at all, alert me immediately no matter the time.

[ He doesn't say, but Cullen is an intelligent man and can likely put it together that this particular draught has been tested. ]