Bull nodded some, accepting that something bad was happening. Of course it was. He knew that. Seeing the red lyrium had solidified the notion that it was something at least somewhat outside himself messing with the normal state of things.

He rubbed his forehead.

"I've had bad dreams for as long as I can remember. Got worse after Seheron, worse after the Chargers were wiped out. But I could handle it. I had the Qun. Here?" He shook his head and he accepted the bottle when Geralt passed it over.

He took a long drink and growled at the burn. Good.

"Here I have madness licking at my mind and none of my people."