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[ When Dorian returns to his room next his door is painted. Across the entire height is a swirling snake, mostly white - but the edges of its scales are coloured with a brighter, warm purple, almost lilac. The most notable feature of the snake is it's eye, that's decorated in an incredibly familiar shape. At the bottom of the door begins a swirling pattern of delicately painted flames; they're a bit off, some a little misshapen, but the attempt is there. ]

[ It's certainly a surprise. At first, he thought he was at someone else's door and had miscalculated somehow. That's when he really sees what he's looking at, and he doesn't know of anyone else who could have done something quite like this. The snake may be a given, and maybe the flames licking the bottom edge of the door, because he is still a mage, after all. The style of the eye is what really gives it away. There's no mistaking the borrowed heraldry of the Inquisition, and there's only one other person he even talked to about the painted doors.

The fact that she went through the trouble to do something like this for him makes his heart swell, and he can't stop the fond smile. It's still very clearly his room on the inside, but now the outside matches. Pulling out his communicator, he snaps a photo and sends it to Leilani with a simple text. ]

Thank you.

[ There's no way for her to pretend that she wasn't nervous about the whole thing; it was a little risky, going out of her way to paint his door for him, and she supposed if he didn't like it he could simply wash it away or something, but... It didn't stop her wondering. She had taken a few hours to make sure it was as good as she could make it, but the imagery... What if he didn't like the snake? What if he disliked the addition of the Inquisition? The flames may not have been enough? It makes her stomach twist up in a dozen knots.

When his text comes through the relief sinks around her. Leilani flops back in her bed, beaming at her phone before she realises that she should probably go out of her way to actually text back. ]

You're welcome. You like it?

[ He doesn't really expect a reply back, he simply wanted to extend his gratitude. Of course he should have known better not to expect her to say anything in return- she's not that kind of person. ]

I do. This must have taken you an age to complete.