Krem moved along with Bull pulling him in. The feeling was mutual. Darrow was a strange place, out of sorts, and it was difficult to handle sometimes. But, ultimately, Krem was content here. He was more himself than he'd ever been able to be in Thedas. And, now, Bull was here. Krem was content with that, comforted.

He tangled his legs over Bull's legs and tucked his head against Bull's side. "Certainly harder to kill."