Dorian tenses at that noise – the sharp scrape, the tiny, choked-off noise.
"You're hurt."
Of course the Bull is hurt. Only the Maker knows how far they fell. Dorian had his magic and his instincts to prevent himself from further damage – the Bull only had his natural resilience. Unconsciously, he chews on his lower lip, wishes he had a way to tear down the wall without compromising the entire structure, without alerting every living thing in the area.
A quick, irrational thought floats into his head: this is Dorian's fault, somehow. He finds himself as part of some ridiculous cautionary tale – something they'd tell in Tevinter. Flirt with another man in the open, and oops! The earth will swallow you whole.
Dorian hesitates before he forces himself to answer. "It runs adjacent a short way, but— yes. It leads further into this place."
Which is to say, it may lead him away from wherever the Bull currently is, at least for a time. Perhaps this place is arranged in compartments of some sort – rooms grouped together by purpose and partially separated from the others? Or perhaps they find themselves in two separate buildings with an adjoining wall? Odd, admittedly, but surely they've experienced odder.
The thought of leaving the Bull behind, even if it's with the intention of looping around, of finding a better way to him, feels unbearable, makes him a little sick.
"I'll keep," he says, decisive. "I'll wait here while you get your bearings. You've a way out of there yourself, yes?"
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"You're hurt."
Of course the Bull is hurt. Only the Maker knows how far they fell. Dorian had his magic and his instincts to prevent himself from further damage – the Bull only had his natural resilience. Unconsciously, he chews on his lower lip, wishes he had a way to tear down the wall without compromising the entire structure, without alerting every living thing in the area.
A quick, irrational thought floats into his head: this is Dorian's fault, somehow. He finds himself as part of some ridiculous cautionary tale – something they'd tell in Tevinter. Flirt with another man in the open, and oops! The earth will swallow you whole.
Dorian hesitates before he forces himself to answer. "It runs adjacent a short way, but— yes. It leads further into this place."
Which is to say, it may lead him away from wherever the Bull currently is, at least for a time. Perhaps this place is arranged in compartments of some sort – rooms grouped together by purpose and partially separated from the others? Or perhaps they find themselves in two separate buildings with an adjoining wall? Odd, admittedly, but surely they've experienced odder.
The thought of leaving the Bull behind, even if it's with the intention of looping around, of finding a better way to him, feels unbearable, makes him a little sick.
"I'll keep," he says, decisive. "I'll wait here while you get your bearings. You've a way out of there yourself, yes?"