Dorian held a hand up briefly to shush Bull, before spreading his fingers gently over his own neck. They glowed a faint, kind green as Dorian worked a healing spell on himself slowly, until, eventually, he could manage an answer.

"I will be." His voice was croaking.

He tilted his head slightly. A part of him wanted an apology, but that was nonsense. Bull had been hurt as much as he had, that much was obvious. Not physically, but did it matter?

"This has to stop, Bull. I've got to do something for you. No buts."