I didn't want to jump to conclusions, though I've only met a few Tevinter... [One slave and a bunch of jackass magisters. Sorry, Dorian.]

You want cold water. Lots of it. And dabbing it off with something absorbent- here we are.

[He's gentle as he can be in hoisting him down and letting him sit, hanging back for a moment to let him disrobe.]

Well... Fereldan. You know. [He scratches the back of his neck a bit awkwardly.] We like anything that feels like a dog draped over us.

[He's hovering again as soon as Dorian gets closer. That really is a lot of blood...]

Does it hurt to breathe at all?