Shok ebasit hissra

Bull watched Krem as he moved, he listened to the water drip back into the basin as Dorian wrung out the cloth. He felt lulled in a way he hadn't in nearly a year. It was a relief to be able to get out... whatever it was he had inside him. The part that came out every time they were on a battlefield. The part that had come out, unrestrained, when he went mad.

"Slow breaths, Krem. Deep. You're not banged up too bad, it won't take long." Maybe the drink would help ease that lingering energy.

He shifted his attention to Dorian. "The wyvern cuts are the worst. And thank you, kadan."