Dorian's face twisted, for a heartbeat, into a look that tried not to be deep pity, and failed. Pity was seldom a look that a man appreciated, but most especially, he didn't think Bull would appreciate the mage's emotional reflex.

"You should. But not because I think you won't be able to handle your job. Just stay home today, read a book, spend some time in the garden with me. Now, how about some eggs?"