Dorian is foolishly pleased by the praise and friendly clap on his shoulder. Praise, any sort of praise, really goes to his head. He's flushed with it, actually, just praise, nothing to do with the handsome man who delivered it.

"Oh, but it's such a lovely spot with all the corpses," he says with a wistful sigh. "You're certain we can't stay longer?"

He's already moving back towards the other mages. They will have the most trouble he imagines. None of them ever trekked like this or needed to. They were going to expend a great deal of mana as well. Dorian would have to keep their spirits high to keep them going.