Increasingly frantic suggestions of how to ease her pain through this ordeal rose and were discarded before he said them. Each would be ineffective or unwanted. She wouldn't accept unconsciousness or something more than the elfroot potion. The Iron Bull wished she had accepted the drinks. He was steady and calm, but he wished she had accepted the drinks.

"Drink when you can," Cole said, his distress at her pain clear in his voice. He wasn't about to leave however, she needed him. He could stand this, better than Varric could. He would be there to help her with the pain, even if only a small amount.

He held the elfroot potion up to her, ready for when she could move her head again and drink.