[ Dorian leans against Orym in turn, brushing his nose against Orym’s. ]
Then you have me. Always, no matter what.
[ He can’t help a slight frown, though, Orym’s words making him worry that he’s starting to lose him again. That Predathos’ influence was returning. It wasn’t enough time, but what could else could he do? ]
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Then you have me. Always, no matter what.
[ He can’t help a slight frown, though, Orym’s words making him worry that he’s starting to lose him again. That Predathos’ influence was returning. It wasn’t enough time, but what could else could he do? ]
It’s all right, Orym. I’m fine, I promise.