"Plenty of chaos to account for it, yes." He steps back when Dorian steps into the room and puts his hand on the edge of the door in preparation for closing it.

He nods understanding. He knows sleeping is a different sort of prospect for a mage than non-mages. With demonic attention so focused on Kirkwall and its inhabitants right now, there's no sense in taking chances. "Ruvena will likely be the one who comes for you, then. I'll be back out by that time. She knows the city well."

He inclines his head slightly and moves to swing shut the door. "Maker watch over you, Dorian. Rest as well as you can." The latch clicks, closed but not locked, and he shuffles down the corridor toward his own room, more asleep than awake on his feet.