"I'll be comfortable back at camp," the Bull says, then takes a moment to try and lighten his tone just a little, lessen the risk of sounding like he's snapping at Dorian. He isn't; Dorian's doing great. He's glad that Dorian's here asking him these questions, even if he could stand to talk about something other than how he's doing right now.

"Plenty of uncomfortable crap waiting for us out there too, so." The Iron Bull's usual ease is more slippery than it should be, his voice hitting it in a glancing blow and then ricocheting off somewhere a little too tense, trying a little too hard. He lets out a quiet, frustrated little huff. He can do better than that. "If you want to go out there and take it all on with no real backup, you let me know and I can get out of your way."