"Then it is to the handsome Tevinter's tent I go." Dorian seemed amiable enough- and sharing a bed for the night would help ground him better. Feel more like himself. With some measure of reluctance he slips from the boulder, stepping away from Alistair. "There ought to be a tent for you somewhere as well, mm? Let us go find it."
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Date: 2016-07-02 01:51 am (UTC)