Bull grumbled something at the mention of Solas. "That guy never quite sat right with me," he said. He'd kept that opinion mostly to himself while he was with the Inquisition, but he'd written home about it plenty.

Solas was hiding something, just like Blackwall was hiding something. But he didn't know what it was. He hated that.

He squeezed Dorian's hand as their fingers laced together, gently reassuring. He blinked and tried to look at Dorian's face. "Can you do that?"