Bull brushed his fingers through Dorian's hair, over the back of his neck and then up again, cradling his head gently. "Stay with me," he murmured. Maybe it was a strange thing to say, but he'd seen nightmares now, and he didn't want Dorian running into one. He couldn't stand the thought of him being attacked in the Fade, where Bull couldn't protect him.

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Krem would get a kick out of that. Both of us sleeping at his place to avoid demons... and yes, I think he'd begrudgingly accept that excuse."