If Krem had had a question about it, the fumbling uncertainty of that moment certainly cleared things up. He and Bull hadn't talked about Dorian since his arrival, but they had a bit before, in a way that he and Bull didn't talk about most of the people Krem was aware of coming and going.
Krem went over to the pile of damp, sandy clothes that Dorian had removed and began to carefully unfurl and shake them out, judging them for wear and damage and how he'd need to care for them before returning them.
"He was here without me a few months," he said quietly. "He's from...after I am. But we haven't talked much about it. I caught him up on everything I knew, and that's been that. You know how he is."
Which didn't address the dragon in the room: this was an island powered by sexual energies, and the Iron Bull was an object of a lot of sexual attention. But that was for him and Dorian to figure out, not Krem.
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Krem went over to the pile of damp, sandy clothes that Dorian had removed and began to carefully unfurl and shake them out, judging them for wear and damage and how he'd need to care for them before returning them.
"He was here without me a few months," he said quietly. "He's from...after I am. But we haven't talked much about it. I caught him up on everything I knew, and that's been that. You know how he is."
Which didn't address the dragon in the room: this was an island powered by sexual energies, and the Iron Bull was an object of a lot of sexual attention. But that was for him and Dorian to figure out, not Krem.