"I'm here," he murmurs, trying to hide the ache in his voice. He'd left Dorian, for days, at the hands of Ben-Hassrath interrogators. All because of his own uncertainty. "I'll always come for you."

He regrets every second of it, but all he can do now is make amends. He will help Dorian recover, he will take care of him. Bull smooths his hand over the mage's back and kissed the top of his head.

"Let's get you into the tub," he urges gently as he coaxes Dorian out of his clothes. Bull will have to find him something else to wear: these can be cleaned, but maybe it would be for the best if Dorian had something more... Ferelden, at least.