[ she's too concerned with trying to save history from being...well, blighted-by ink, fortunately this time- to catch the expression, but she does hear the all-too familiar sound of hesitant Cullen steps. ]

I don't think I ruined the vellum... [ it's muttered to herself, and when she looks up and finally sees him, there is a strange sensation she feels when she notices there is no Templar armor on him today. He looks more like himself, and at the same time more of a complete stranger. And numbly, she realizes that she has worn nothing but Mage robes for the better part of fifteen years ]

Cullen. [ she offers a small smile in greeting "You look smaller" on the tip of her tongue but she staves it ] Grace isn't really required of the Wardens. They're more of a strike-with-lightning-now, ask questions never persuasion.

[ it takes another moment for her thoughts to fast forward up to speed in time with Cullen's question, and when it does she tries not to feel strongly one way or another as she contemplates her answer. she sighs, setting down the last of the parchments and stretching out the knot that had formed in her shoulder ]

Until I am needed more elsewhere, I suspect.