[Dorian taking the potion seems to ease something in Orym, but he still hops up on the bed to catch the other man's chin gently between his fingers to urge Dorian to look at him. His eyes roam over his face, as if trying to assess if enough of the pain is gone or if he needs to find a healer to tend to him.]
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Feel better?
[His other hand smooths through Dorian's hair.]
What happened, Dorian?