"Where else would I be?" Bull smiled, looking at Dorian. He didn't wear a brace here, either; his fingers were all whole as he cradled Dorian's face, holding him still for a light kiss. When he broke it, he touched their foreheads together, a gentle headbutt.

Bull's memory - his dream - of Par Vollen were touched by other memories, things he'd like from other places. The scent of spice didn't throw him off too badly. He liked that, too.