The list of things Dorian is coming to expect in this new place is becoming shorter and shorter, it's true, but having the Bull walk into the inn while he was drying his new underclothes by the fire, rather discretely he might add, had never made the list in the first place. Hawke had mentioned he was present, but this wasn't exactly how he'd pictured the reunion.

He swallows the rising relief at the deep, slightly accented voice and turns, chin held high to spite the slight tremble in his fingers (it's just the cold, really).

"I am a welcome sight, it's true."