The Bull puts aside what he's seeing between the lines of Dorian's answer - Dorian spending all that time sitting there alone pulling up memory after memory of a good friend getting sicker and sicker, nothing to lift that weight off his shoulders except dredging up more of those old notes, more memories, knowing all the time that if it does come down to it he can't count on anyone else to know what to do, can't lean on anybody for this, it's only down to him - and gives an answer of his own, one that comes out sounding a lot more easy and casual than Dorian's did. That softness that crept into Dorian's voice right on the heels of the Bull's thoughts makes that easier, makes 'casual' edge over into 'dismissive', and he shrugs.

"Ah, I'll be fine, if the guys don't get tired of me bitching at 'em from the sidelines and throw me over a wall first. Bet you could use a break just as much as me, though. You up for a drink or something? Kind of early for it, but that's the only thing there is to do down here, so."

He leans the head of the cane in the general direction of the Herald's Rest. Yeah, being trapped in only the one level of Skyhold this whole time's been a real pain in the ass, but aside from that frustrated tone in the Bull's voice, who's complaining?