"Got it," the Bull says, intending to lean on Dorian only as much as he has to to keep from slowing them down. No time to argue about it, no time to figure out if there's a way he can put any real weight on Dorian without knocking Dorian over. There's only time to go. "Lead the way."

The Bull lets out a hard breath with every other step but he sets a quick pace, and with that pace he gets there. Once they get into that next room he keeps moving, wanting to give Dorian enough room to work, and once he has the Bull leans there, takes a moment to force his breathing to slow down a little, to sit there with the pain.

"Might buy us some time," he manages, shifting his focus over after that moment to concentrate on Dorian again, gaze moving over him to look for any signs of injury, or darkspawn blood, or anything worth worrying about at all. First time he's seen Dorian since before they fell and it's hard not to compare it, to take how it felt watching Dorian standing there next to him whole and safe, wondering what expression Dorian had been wearing behind that mask, and set that next to what he's seeing now. He wonders how much everything between then and now messed his sense of time up, whether it all feels longer than it actually was. How long it's actually been. How far away the rest of their little group might be. "What are the chances the boss heard some of that? We weren't really quiet, and sound seems like it carries down here."