"I'm fine," he replies – mostly on instinct alone. He takes a moment to consider his words, then, "I have all these glorious stone walls to prop me up, should it come to it."

He crosses his arms, glancing up at the wisps drifting at the ceiling. The Bull has a legitimate concern, though; should Dorian fall, either literally or metaphorically, then the Bull would be in a terrible spot. Dorian's magic has been a boon to them both, has protected them this long; it's little wonder that the Bull might be concerned about having that particular buffer taken away.

Sobering, he draws his gaze to the Bull again. "I'll be fine. I promise I'll see you to safety, and then I'll collapse into a graceful heap. It will be wonderfully well-timed and dramatic."