[If something happens to Dorian, if Orym loses him, well, that will likely be the very end of what is left of the halfling anyway. But his presence makes him feel like himself. So he's more than grateful that he's here, really, even if it would be so much safer for him if he ran as fast and as far as he could.

His hands cup at Dorian's face and he leans his forehead against the bard's.]

Just you. I just need you.

[He holds to him tightly, and in that moment a faint red sheen flickers over his eyes, there and then gone.]

I will always need you. So I will make sure you are not hurt like you were tonight again.

[There are lessons that must be taught, and Orym will teach them.]