[Orym leans his forehead against the top of Dorian's head.]
I'm here. It's all right.
[Still soft, still gentle, still holding him oh so carefully.
Dorian is right. Orym will ask about this. But Orym has already guessed what Dorian has been up to. He knows the other man, after all, and of everything that may have changed in Orym, his observant nature has not. If anything, it's only sharpened.
For now though, his gaze swings to look at each of the remaining Paragon's Call in turn. His voice though, that's still tender and calm and meant for Dorian.]
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I'm here. It's all right.
[Still soft, still gentle, still holding him oh so carefully.
Dorian is right. Orym will ask about this. But Orym has already guessed what Dorian has been up to. He knows the other man, after all, and of everything that may have changed in Orym, his observant nature has not. If anything, it's only sharpened.
For now though, his gaze swings to look at each of the remaining Paragon's Call in turn. His voice though, that's still tender and calm and meant for Dorian.]
Do you want them dead, love?