Cole slid from the window down to the bed's headboard and then to the bed itself in a boneless, sort of graceful movement.

"You're not fine. Or you'd strip off your armour and everything else before getting in bed. It hurts."

His finger stroked down the bat's back and it clambered a bit higher on him. "He was tangled in some horsehair strings. He's resting before I take him out to the parapets. And I'm making it all hurt less, so he can fly properly. Do you want me to make you hurt less?"

He reached out, didn't touch, but he did reach out. "Or I could take you to the hot springs. Solas said they're called hot springs."