Dorian lets out a quiet hum of acknowledgment, resting the base of the cane on the ground, piercing through the thin layer of snow.
"In all fairness to the Inquisitor, sequestering myself in my quarters was my idea." His tone of voice is light, conversational. "The Blight can be a fickle thing, you know. It's fully possible that one may not exhibit symptoms of the sickness for some time. Hours, for some. Days, for others. Better to isolate myself to be completely certain – and the lack of distractions allowed me to better focus on recreating my old notes from when Alexius and I treated Felix."
He holds the handle of the cane toward the Bull, looking a little pointedly at the Bull's brace. The brace, at least, is in a much better state than the last time Dorian saw the other man, though Dorian has some doubts as to whether or not the Bull has allowed his ankle to heal along with it.
"You ought to be sitting, you know."
Without waiting to see if the Bull takes the less than subtle hint, however, Dorian continues.
"Evelyn invited herself to this morning's meeting with the healer, and afterward, I was practically ordered to make my presence known throughout the keep," he says lightly. "Skyhold has been sorry, miserable place without my chiseled profile to brighten it, I've been told, and I have little reason to disbelieve it."
He pauses for a moment, lips pressed together and brow furrowing before he forces himself to brighten.
At length, he says, "The contact with the blood was brief, and it didn't find its way into any open wounds. Everyone seems rather confident that I should be fine."
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"In all fairness to the Inquisitor, sequestering myself in my quarters was my idea." His tone of voice is light, conversational. "The Blight can be a fickle thing, you know. It's fully possible that one may not exhibit symptoms of the sickness for some time. Hours, for some. Days, for others. Better to isolate myself to be completely certain – and the lack of distractions allowed me to better focus on recreating my old notes from when Alexius and I treated Felix."
He holds the handle of the cane toward the Bull, looking a little pointedly at the Bull's brace. The brace, at least, is in a much better state than the last time Dorian saw the other man, though Dorian has some doubts as to whether or not the Bull has allowed his ankle to heal along with it.
"You ought to be sitting, you know."
Without waiting to see if the Bull takes the less than subtle hint, however, Dorian continues.
"Evelyn invited herself to this morning's meeting with the healer, and afterward, I was practically ordered to make my presence known throughout the keep," he says lightly. "Skyhold has been sorry, miserable place without my chiseled profile to brighten it, I've been told, and I have little reason to disbelieve it."
He pauses for a moment, lips pressed together and brow furrowing before he forces himself to brighten.
At length, he says, "The contact with the blood was brief, and it didn't find its way into any open wounds. Everyone seems rather confident that I should be fine."