"Rest," he murmurs in the quiet space between them. "If you fall asleep, I'll carry you to bed."

Bull is tender as he works, gently scrubbing the last few days from Dorian's skin as best he can. He washes the mage's hair, lovingly tipping his head back to rinse it. He's quite certain Dorian will want the stubble on his face gone, but that can wait until he's more awake.

He pauses at some point to offer Dorian more water, another bite of food. Every swallow feels like a small victory, especially when he has a good idea of how exhausted Dorian is. Bull has never been interrogated, but he has been through re-education. Breaking is breaking, one way or another.