He didn't have a fireball handy, or a barrier, or any other thaumaturgical demonstration that would have been beneficial, and it was that deficit that had wounded the Bull. He didn't know who he was even to blame for the shortcoming, but he's beginning to think he should have listened to Cullen when he'd suggested Dorian learn some form of combat. Needless, he'd thought at the time. Foolish was now the opportune turn of phrase.

A Dorian who feels useless is a rather annoyed Dorian, but one who feels responsible for another's hardship is a different beast altogether. He moves to the Bull's side, batting away his hand. "Crossed too closely, it would seem. I certainly wasn't hunting the beast. Now let me see what it's done to you."