Sen had felt the anchor burn down his arm, the pain so intense it felt like a fire had been lit inside his arm. Solas had only curbed the pain when they spoke and just left him there to let his mark hand dissolve and burn him more. It was only through the sweet and swift kiss of Bull's axe that the pain was ended quickly but so was his consciousness.

He had spent days in a feverish sweat, his mind racing with everything that happened. The Qunari attack, Solas betrayal and what he planned to do. It continued non stop in this restless sleep of his. It's only finally broken when he feels a hand take his head a kiss on his head. There's a small moan of lethargy as his eyes flutter open slowly, vision focuses and Bull comes into view. "B-Bull?" He mumbles weakly towards the larger man. He goes to reach out to touch their face, but when his hand doesn't make contact he's confused. He turns to look and he realized it had been his left hand he had gone out to reach with, no longer there.

The realization is there as he lets out the longest of saddest sighs, lowering the stump. "I guess I must've forgotten I only had the one now..." he murmured, but he faces Bull offering the feeblest of smiles and says quietly, "Hi..."