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[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

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.

[heraldsdawn]

He can't help but let out a small pleasureable noise when Bull kisses his lips. He kisses back a little more firmly, biting their bottom lip as they pull back. To answer their question he smirks tiredly. "Good Enough to want to do that again," He answers, going to sit up, but no, fatigue was still in and he slumps back into the bed.

He grips back Bull's hand when they take his and pulls the qunari's large palm to his lips, giving it a small brush from his lips. He had been so ready to die so long ago, when this whole mess started with the anchor. He knew he had to live and fight to survive because everyone else depended on it. But, when it came down to it, he had been afraid. He didn't want to die...he didn't want to lose Bull and everything they could have together.

"When I'm out of bed...why don't we kill a dragon...that'd be fun, right?"

[taarsidath_anhalsaam]

"Once all this shit is over, we should definitely go kill a dragon." Once Bull got his hands on Solas and ripped his head from his shoulders, would he want to go hunt a dragon.

Not that he wouldn't hunt one if the chance came up, but it was lower on his list of concerns currently.

Carefully, Bull moved to help Sen sit up, piling more fluffy Orlesian pillows behind his back. "Hey, I'm sorry I chopped off your arm, but it was really killing you." He was smiling, though, even if it was only a little.