On his way back, Dorian paused in the doorframe, staring at Bull curiously. He wasn't always certain of what to do with new information about the Qun, because Dorian wasn't always certain that he wanted the Qun to, well, so humanized. It was difficult. He'd been raised to have a sort of arrogant fear about it all.
That Qunari were waiting to kidnap him from bed as a child and eat him up.
As it turned out, that had happened after all. But not in the way Dorian had suspected it might as a child.
He crossed the room to the bed and began to clean off Bull's abdomen with slow strokes of the hot, damp towel he'd brought with him. He worked quickly, before the towel grew cold. And he smiled, gently.
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That Qunari were waiting to kidnap him from bed as a child and eat him up.
As it turned out, that had happened after all. But not in the way Dorian had suspected it might as a child.
He crossed the room to the bed and began to clean off Bull's abdomen with slow strokes of the hot, damp towel he'd brought with him. He worked quickly, before the towel grew cold. And he smiled, gently.