[Orym feels as much as sees that wince. The silence is indeed telling, but it's not really revealing anything that the halfling isn't already aware of -- or at least guessing at. He knows Dorian, after all. He knows the misgivings that his magic has softened, knows that eased as they may be they are still there.
He leans in and presses a kiss to Dorian's temple.]
I know you've been working against me, Dorian.
[He sighs softly and rests his forehead against Dorian's hair.]
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He leans in and presses a kiss to Dorian's temple.]
I know you've been working against me, Dorian.
[He sighs softly and rests his forehead against Dorian's hair.]