"So, the... Deep Roads," the Bull had said, as the rickety little lift had creaked its way down. This missions's his first time out after the Dirthamen temple thing and it isn't like he thinks the same thing's going to happen - what they saw there, what they went through, that was something Dorian himself had never seen before, so it's not like that exact thing is going to be everywhere - but that fact was definitely a piece in the pile of crap weighing on him, one little strand of all the worries woven into the halting unease threaded through his voice. He hadn't been planning on asking, but standing there with nothing to do but wait for that slow, inevitable fall to finish and spit them out deep inside the ground, some of it had to come out. "Do you think there'll be tight spaces? Long hallways with- low ceilings?"

"Possibly, why?" the boss had asked, and he'd just shrugged.

"Just hoping my horns fit," he'd said, because that was the only part of the truth he was going to come out and tell her. How he'd been with her for a hot minute back in Skyhold, getting all precious about which jobs he'd go out on at all, that's something that's been in the back of his mind ever since they set out; if he's going to deal with the looming - unlikely, definitely a really outside chance - possibility of losing himself again like he did back in that temple, then he's going to deal with this, too.

And that had been that. The Bull had been quiet, trying to pay more attention to the echoing sound of their footsteps than to the weight of all that earth over his head. But it's been too long now with nothing happening. No fights, no questions, nothing else to think about at all. After a while, the sound of footsteps stops really doing the job.

"So," he says again, his tone not exactly jumping for joy, but close enough to casual this time that it doesn't matter. "How do we feel about a game of I Spy?"