He could feel the crackle of magic across his skin as Dorian cast the spell. At least they would have privacy, if only for a moment. It would only take a moment.

Bull moved as much as he could, helping when Dorian pulled on his shoulder. He leaned against him; he was tired, and he was getting cold.

He had a big body. There was a lot of blood.

Look at me.

He forced his eye to focus on Dorian's face. "I loved you," he answered softly. "I wasn't supposed to. I defied the Qun in doing that. I do not regret it."

He wasn't sure that he expected that confession to mean much to someone that had never lived under it, someone who could never quite understand what it meant to live in service to it. But he hoped Dorian had even an inkling.

Hissrad - Bull - closed his eye. He let go of his wound and touched Dorian's hand, covered it with his.

"Live," he murmured.