"What, and give up being sponge bathed?" Bull teases, because he hopes, for a second, that he might get Dorian to laugh. He strokes back his wet hair and cradles the mage's head as he pulls him back up. Bull offers a sweet kiss. "We can negotiate a bigger tub when we get back."

Bull does his best to ignore the knot in his chest: he doesn't know how they will get back. He doesn't understand the magic that might have brought them here, and Dorian is in no condition to discuss it. Whatever they do, it will have to wait.

He stands up, lifting Dorian effortlessly so he can carry him out of the tub. Bull doesn't really put him down, managing to wrap the mage in a warm, soft towel without much hassle. He carries another towel to dry off with but doesn't bother with it until after he sets Dorian down on the bed. Bull stays within arm's reach as he dries himself off.