The ferry back is miserable. Dorian sits with his head between his knees. One of the mages rubs a hand over his back, trying to help him through his rolling, angry stomach. The waves aren't even that bad but they still make Dorian feel like he is dying.

He nods at Cullen when he's pulled aside, not up for speaking until his stomach settles more. They have sad news to deliver to the other mages when they return. He leaves that task to the man who might become First Enchanter. It's not his place to say words about mages he barely knew.

When the time comes for tea and Cullen's company, Dorian takes a moment to check his hair, mustache and robes before he makes his way over. Yes, it's just a meeting between friends but he can't help but want to look his best.

"Tell me you put aside your work and remembered our meeting."