The pointed look is enough to to earn the Bull a disgusted scoff, and Dorian feels his face warm just a touch – hopefully it's less obvious in the dark, or can be blamed on his recent exertions.
Dorian gets to his feet, brushing himself off. The tremor from his hands has faded, though that exhaustion is still there – and will likely remain until he's had a good night's sleep or several.
"I didn't get a good look around," he admits, though there's a touch of guilt there, too. He was so focused on getting himself to the Bull that he hadn't had much of a mind on planning their escape, even though that responsibility should have fallen on Dorian, as well.
Better to present a solution than an apology, though: "I marked where I've been, though, and I have enough chalk that I can continue to do so indefinitely. I expect if we can find our way out of this ruin, we can locate one those ancient lifts. With luck, we can figure out our own way back to the base camp."
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Dorian gets to his feet, brushing himself off. The tremor from his hands has faded, though that exhaustion is still there – and will likely remain until he's had a good night's sleep or several.
"I didn't get a good look around," he admits, though there's a touch of guilt there, too. He was so focused on getting himself to the Bull that he hadn't had much of a mind on planning their escape, even though that responsibility should have fallen on Dorian, as well.
Better to present a solution than an apology, though: "I marked where I've been, though, and I have enough chalk that I can continue to do so indefinitely. I expect if we can find our way out of this ruin, we can locate one those ancient lifts. With luck, we can figure out our own way back to the base camp."