"Fascinating," Dorian mutters to himself though he's completely exhausted. It's a good thing the battle has ended when it did or else he would be completely drained of mana and useless besides the slashing of the bladed end of his staff.

He approaches the statue but stops short when all his senses tell him that whatever this woman has become is wrong, wrong, wrong. It smells terrible to his nose, like... burnt lyrium. As much as he wants to study whatever this is, he's got good sense not to try.

Instead, he walks over to Cullen and waits for him to finish his little speech.

"If you bring the mages to me I will look after them," he volunteers. "They should trust another mage more than Templars right now."