Dorian trails off, uncertain. They either suffer through the discomfort in here, or they suffer through the exposure out there, and neither option is what Dorian might consider palatable.
Especially not when the darkspawn are disconcertingly close, judging by the sounds from only moments ago. Stepping out of the relative safety of this crawlspace would in all likelihood lead them into a confrontation neither of them is ready for, and they'd either be torn apart of left sickened by the taint – all because Dorian was concerned about comfort.
(It makes him think of Alexius, pacing in their laboratory as they waited for some potion to brew. I left ahead of them to attend to business in Minrathous. If I hadn't been so selfish, if I hadn't been so single-minded, if I had only just been there—)
He shudders at the thought, and he lets out a slow breath of his own.
"You're right." Continuing today's trend, of course. His voice is quiet, a little shaky. "I don't like our chances out there."
He lifts his gloved hand, splaying his fingers and letting the wisps drift again – as much as they can and for as much as it helps within this confined space.
"You'll tell me if you need a break?" A question, this time, because Dorian's judgment thus far hasn't been quite on target.
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Dorian trails off, uncertain. They either suffer through the discomfort in here, or they suffer through the exposure out there, and neither option is what Dorian might consider palatable.
Especially not when the darkspawn are disconcertingly close, judging by the sounds from only moments ago. Stepping out of the relative safety of this crawlspace would in all likelihood lead them into a confrontation neither of them is ready for, and they'd either be torn apart of left sickened by the taint – all because Dorian was concerned about comfort.
(It makes him think of Alexius, pacing in their laboratory as they waited for some potion to brew. I left ahead of them to attend to business in Minrathous. If I hadn't been so selfish, if I hadn't been so single-minded, if I had only just been there—)
He shudders at the thought, and he lets out a slow breath of his own.
"You're right." Continuing today's trend, of course. His voice is quiet, a little shaky. "I don't like our chances out there."
He lifts his gloved hand, splaying his fingers and letting the wisps drift again – as much as they can and for as much as it helps within this confined space.
"You'll tell me if you need a break?" A question, this time, because Dorian's judgment thus far hasn't been quite on target.