Everything has pretty much blown over, and for the most part, everyone has forgotten what happened in Emprise. Even Beleth has been overly forgiving, moreso than Cade can comprehend, and with the Inquisition moving on, he has more or less slipped through the cracks once again.
Now he doesn't even have drills and patrols to occupy his time, still forbidden from carrying weapons or going into any kind of combat scenario. He works for the Seeker during the day, and spends his idle evenings either wandering the battlements (not patrolling, just walking, he tells himself) and occasionally sequestering himself in one of the empty towers with a candle and a book, passing the time in total solitude and without the judging eyes of those around him.

Apart from Aleron, there isn't a soul he talks to. It's better this way, withdrawn from the people who were beginning to know him, avoiding contact with those he wronged and from those he might wrong in the future.
It's either this or walk off into the mountains, or step off the edge of a tower, just disappear without causing any more fuss. Sometimes he longs for that, but the Maker frowns on those who waste themselves.

At present he is curled up in one of the aforementioned towers, a wool blanket over his shoulders and some stupid book in his hands, a thing for which he has no interest but which is here to pass the time until it's time to go to sleep.