Fine, he says, while forcing the ankle to take his not inconsiderable weight.
Still, Dorian isn't entirely sure it's his place to nag – that particular privilege is likely only within the purview of the Chargers, or perhaps Madame de Fer – and so he doesn't. Dorian holds his tongue for once, though his doubt shines through in the narrowing of his eyes, the furrowing of his brow.
He follows the Bull's gesture to the Herald's Rest, and while it is too early for a drink, he supposes they can manage some lighter fare. It's likely early enough that breakfast can still be had.
"Are you sure your Chargers won't miss you?" he asks, but Dorian is already moving over to the Bull's bad side, offering the other man a hand up.
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Still, Dorian isn't entirely sure it's his place to nag – that particular privilege is likely only within the purview of the Chargers, or perhaps Madame de Fer – and so he doesn't. Dorian holds his tongue for once, though his doubt shines through in the narrowing of his eyes, the furrowing of his brow.
He follows the Bull's gesture to the Herald's Rest, and while it is too early for a drink, he supposes they can manage some lighter fare. It's likely early enough that breakfast can still be had.
"Are you sure your Chargers won't miss you?" he asks, but Dorian is already moving over to the Bull's bad side, offering the other man a hand up.