She'd wanted Cullen to understand, to know why she'd recruited him, and why it was that she had gotten into this position. When he speaks--He's not thrilled, that much is clear. But it's the response that she expected. She glances away, mouth twisting. "He is my responsibility. He's a Warden, and I am the Warden-Commander. I can't kick him out--That's not how we work."

She turns back to him, shoulders squaring. "But I won't ask you to work with him. Our group is already too big, Eight people, Cullen. We'd have eight people going into the arena together. So I propose this--I'll go with the Wardens. Alistair and Anders. Whoever wishes to go with your group may, whoever wishes to go with us, may. We stay close enough that we can communicate, but not enough to attract people." She proposes the idea, fidgeting with the straw of her drink. She wasn't sure how good of an idea it'd be, but she remembered the last arena. A large group of injured, which could only attract people trying to kill them off.

And this way, there'd be no fighting between Anders and any of the others.