"It's not that." Bull is starting to get his voice back. "Sentinels are a small step over mages among Qunari."
He takes a breath and then looks behind him. "Fuck." He moves to get up. "We should deal with that." He looks to Krem and then back at Clark. He knows he has things to do, but he doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to move from the comfort of a guide. One that feels so right, so... He's something to hold onto in the storm of impressions.
Krem shakes his head and then looks to Clark. "He's in no shape for that. I'll take care of the body if you take care of him."
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Date: 2018-06-29 02:58 pm (UTC)He takes a breath and then looks behind him. "Fuck." He moves to get up. "We should deal with that." He looks to Krem and then back at Clark. He knows he has things to do, but he doesn't want to move, he doesn't want to move from the comfort of a guide. One that feels so right, so... He's something to hold onto in the storm of impressions.
Krem shakes his head and then looks to Clark. "He's in no shape for that. I'll take care of the body if you take care of him."