As always Dorian knew what to say. Attempts to invalidate the concern wouldn’t have worked anyways, the elf was too practical to ignore the real threat such a concern posed. But that reassurance that it would have been noticed, that someone would have seen the signs, that was comforting in its own odd way. Given how his every move, his every word was the endless source of speculation and gossip as it was, any oddity or strangeness to his behavior? Would be all but shouted from the tops of the tower as every Orlesian noble scrambled to be the first to share the delicious gossip.

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d be grateful about everyone watching my slightest move.” Trying to ease the tension he felt, the warmth of his lover’s lips against his forehead, the sweet sort of affection just earning a warmer smile from him, a squeeze of the hands around his.

“Once again you have just the right answers…” It would take a bit for the worry to settle, but Dorian’s help was invaluable in helping to put the most pressing fear to rest. “What would I do without you ma vhenan?”

Aside from continue in his endless cycle of overworking himself and being eaten alive by worries, that is.