The Bull gives an unhappy grunt, pausing next to Dorian to take the whole thing in. "Dwarven architecture," he murmurs back, gamely. Well, a little sullenly. But he says it, instead of complaining. "This is the kind of place tama would have insisted on bringing us, if it was aboveground."

He lets a hard breath out through his nose, trying to shake off the way Dorian just admitted that this place is getting to him, too. Yeah, the Bull had a sense outside all his own crap that there have been a couple moments when Dorian seemed to be trying just a little too hard, and there's probably a reason that he's hanging back here with the Bull rather than going up ahead with the rest of them and getting involved. But there's something about outright hearing it.

Doesn't matter. He isn't going to let his own shit turn itself into weakness again, get in the way of his willingness to do what needs to get done. "Come on," he says a little louder, and tilts his head toward the doorway as he steps up through it.

"I know this place is big," he starts once he's through and looking around, unable to keep himself from trying to ask. "But we've got to be getting closer to what we're looking for by now, right? Feels like we've been down here for a while."