Dorian is quick to exit the small space once there's room enough. He thinks he probably managed to tolerate it better than the Bull had – and little wonder why, considering the difference in their statures – but that hardly means he appreciated it.

He's a little shaky once they've escaped the little tunnel – the same, strung-out feeling as before. A spell like that would normally require only a quick moment to catch his breath, but now, having expended so much of his mana on spell after spell, Dorian knows he's in dire need of rest – a few days' worth, at least.

That doesn't stop him from turning back to the Bull, once the other man has pulled himself out, once he attempts to maneuver himself onto his feet. Dorian hovers uncertainly, hands out as if he means to catch the Bull if he stumbles; the Bull seems to manage it, but Dorian is still worried.

He masks it well enough when the Bull turns to look at him, hands dropping to rest on his waist in a close approximation to his usual stance. He glances at the wisps in question – the two that he dared to allow to remain, at least.

"Not too far, unfortunately. And they cast only a modest amount of light, at best."

Still, he frowns in thought for only a breath before he whispers a few words, lifting a hand to pull a few more wisps across the Veil – a half dozen in total. With a slow, deliberate gesture, he sends all of the wisps away from them, illuminating their surroundings in flickering, green light. The cliff's edge to one side, the ruins to another – but in one direction, there seems to be the remains of what might have once been some sort of path or road, leading up and away from the ruins.

A small, relieved laugh escapes him, tired around the edges though Dorian would refuse to admit as much. "That seems promising."