[ Dorian is caught in indecision for a moment, not sure whether to demand what the hell Cyrus had done or rush to Orym and gather him into his arms. Eventually he does turn to his brother, leveling a finger at him. ]
You and I are going to talk later.
[ And his tone hints that it isn’t going to entirely be pleasant.
But that attitude drops as he turns back to Orym and quickly crosses the distance between them, until he’s close enough to drop to his knees in front of him. And while he doesn’t quite pull the halfling into his arms, he can’t help cradling his face in his hands. ]
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You and I are going to talk later.
[ And his tone hints that it isn’t going to entirely be pleasant.
But that attitude drops as he turns back to Orym and quickly crosses the distance between them, until he’s close enough to drop to his knees in front of him. And while he doesn’t quite pull the halfling into his arms, he can’t help cradling his face in his hands. ]
Are you okay? No one hurt you, did they?