I'm glad you were able to help them, then. It's something no one should have to experience.
[ She looks exhausted, but not from magic use- this is a bone-deep exhaustion that seems to sap the life force. She needs rest, more of it than she's been getting; than she's probably had since they left. Of course there will be judgment, but that's his modus operandi. He judges because he's at a loss. He should have been there. What sort of companion is he that he let the Inquisitor go at this alone-- especially when something like blood rituals are involved??
There's silence, and then he feels his throat constrict and a leaden weight settles in his stomach. He hadn't known that. Dorian doesn't know Leilani as well as she knows him, but.. there's still a feeling of loss at the fact. Dying, and she's still saving people. The conversation mirrors one that he's had before. Far longer ago and even further away, but the feeling is so familiar, and it's one he has difficulty with.
Helplessness.
His mouth works to say something, but nothing comes up. His jaw clicks shut, teeth clenching together. ]
I-- [ Goodness, this is unbecoming of him. She's the one ailing, not him. He clears his throat, brow knitting together. ]
no subject
[ She looks exhausted, but not from magic use- this is a bone-deep exhaustion that seems to sap the life force. She needs rest, more of it than she's been getting; than she's probably had since they left. Of course there will be judgment, but that's his modus operandi. He judges because he's at a loss. He should have been there. What sort of companion is he that he let the Inquisitor go at this alone-- especially when something like blood rituals are involved??
There's silence, and then he feels his throat constrict and a leaden weight settles in his stomach. He hadn't known that. Dorian doesn't know Leilani as well as she knows him, but.. there's still a feeling of loss at the fact. Dying, and she's still saving people. The conversation mirrors one that he's had before. Far longer ago and even further away, but the feeling is so familiar, and it's one he has difficulty with.
Helplessness.
His mouth works to say something, but nothing comes up. His jaw clicks shut, teeth clenching together. ]
I-- [ Goodness, this is unbecoming of him. She's the one ailing, not him. He clears his throat, brow knitting together. ]
Can nothing be done?