"Maker be with you as well, Cullen." Dorian watches him leave with a bit of a frown. He really didn't know how he ended up here. This is not the place an Altus of Tevinter should be. These are not he people he should be with.

Yet, he crawls into bed, his staff within easy reach. He can worry about where he is and what's happening when he's had some sleep.

A shame he can't get any restful sleep thanks to the weakness of he Veil and the demons. At least he tries.