Bull smiles a little, despite himself. "Hi," he says, then drops a kiss onto Sen's forehead again, and then his nose, then his lips - gently, chastely. "How are you feeling?" He isn't going to immediately get a healer.

Bull moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Despite everything, Sen's here. He's alive, even if he's down an arm. He reaches for Sen's right hand, the one still intact, and brings it to his face. He's warm. For a while there it had been pretty touch and go. The anchor had drained Sen of his energy, and then the shock of having his arm - even if it was an arm that was killing him - removed.

Bull's just glad that Sen is a survivor. From the moment they met, Bull knew he would follow Sen anywhere.