"Yes, a Viddathari," he answers. Reluctantly, he untangles himself from Dorian so he can get the tray and bring it to bed. He pours them each a cup from the pitcher - just water, which he's grateful for. He tastes it tentatively, but as far as he can tell, tehre's nothing in it. Good. Dorian needs to hydrate and clear his system.

Bull sits down on the edge of the bed, looking over what had been brought for them. Cold cuts, cheeses, bread, more fruit. Perfect.

He looks up, meeting Dorian's gaze. "It's been like this for more than a year," he says quietly. "They've conquered most of Ferelden."