Dorian breathes out another laugh. "A consummate storyteller, aren't you."

He hands the staff over, waiting for the Bull to get a decent enough grip on it – and even then, he waits for the Bull to find his balance. Dorian hovers a little unnecessarily – if the Bull fell right now, Dorian doubts he'd be able to do much – until the Bull is able to stand with the help of the staff.

"I appreciate a dramatic entrance more than anyone, I think," he replies, "but I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I'll be fine."

He lifts a hand, waving the wisps away with a quiet word of thanks. (He didn't used to do that – thank them. He does now, due in no small part to Cole and Solas' influence.) All but two of them fade out of existence, retreating across the Veil; the two remaining float down to Dorian and the Bull, hovering around them as they had before.

Creeping to the door, he presses an ear against the stone, listening intently. There's no movement that he can hear, and he opens it a crack to peek out. Still nothing but an empty, stone hallway, even as he opens it wider.

"We're clear," he whispers.