[Orym props himself up sitting, looking around as well. He's pretty sure that Dorian is right. They really are stuck.
It's fine.]
Yeah, I think you're right.
[He hops up onto his feet and turns to look at Dorian.]
It's fine. We'll figure this out. Let's get a drink.
[There's food and drink set out for them. They can start there. Orym lifts a hand to his neck without realizing it, the first less-than-subtle constriction of the collar beginning.]
no subject
It's fine.]
Yeah, I think you're right.
[He hops up onto his feet and turns to look at Dorian.]
It's fine. We'll figure this out. Let's get a drink.
[There's food and drink set out for them. They can start there. Orym lifts a hand to his neck without realizing it, the first less-than-subtle constriction of the collar beginning.]