[ Dorian can’t help tensing a little, drawing in an admittedly labored breath.
Not that crazy…? Surely he couldn’t mean…
The thought doesn’t get too far though as he feels the collar constricting around his neck as well, starting to obstruct his own breathing. In a moment of panic he stills his breath in his chest, and it certainly helps with the pain, but it doesn’t ease the feeling as he realizes what’s happening with Orym.
Sliding out of his seat, he kneels in front of Orym, one hand cradling the halfling’s cheek as he checks on him. He can’t say anything and risk trying to breathe, but the concern and fear clear on his face. ]
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Not that crazy…? Surely he couldn’t mean…
The thought doesn’t get too far though as he feels the collar constricting around his neck as well, starting to obstruct his own breathing. In a moment of panic he stills his breath in his chest, and it certainly helps with the pain, but it doesn’t ease the feeling as he realizes what’s happening with Orym.
Sliding out of his seat, he kneels in front of Orym, one hand cradling the halfling’s cheek as he checks on him. He can’t say anything and risk trying to breathe, but the concern and fear clear on his face. ]