Dorian is still smiling back. For his part he'd never expected Bull to do anything other than indulge them. He's always had an obvious soft spot for kids of any sort, but seeing him among ones that look like him--well, that certainly brings a few things into perspective. He watches with a sharp eye, however, as Bull kneels, and then gets back to his feet with several hundred extra pounds on his shoulders. Bull's knee doesn't seem to give him issue, but Dorian knows how well Bull hides his pain. He'll have to rub it for him later.

The boy Dorian has been speaking to seems rather disappointed not to be chosen to ride up high, so Dorian stretches his arms out. "Here now, I'll lift you," he says. "Come on." After only a moment of hesitation, he goes. Dorian heaves him up into his arms, and then onto his shoulders, with significant effort. Maker, these kids are big, and heavy. Once he's situated, however, Dorian rises back to his feet, gripping the boy's knees where they rest on his shoulders in order to steady him. Dorian isn't nearly so big as Bull, of course, but it's still a much higher vantage point than the boy is used to, and he exclaims something in Qunlat that seems excited and appreciative.

So here they are standing side by side with children hoisted onto their shoulders. This isn't a scene Dorian has ever imagined before now, but it doesn't feel out of place either. The boy on Dorian's shoulders reaches up to the shyer one on Bull's, tugging on his foot to get him to look down at him. With a smile, he begins chattering away in Qunlat. Whatever he says, the other boy responds favorably. He still holds onto Bull's horn for dear life, but he straightens up a little, even manages to look around.

"They all know you by name," Dorian observes, looking up at Bull curiously. "Do you spend that much time with them, or are you simply memorable?"