“Who the hell did this to you?" He demands, seething with anger, as he eyes your bloodied and bruised form.

He hated you, and you reciprocated those exact same feelings, but he had a protective gleam in his eyes when he found you after the battle. You are slouched in the castle hallway, breathing labored. You weren't sure where to go, so you came to the castle where you knew Dorian would be.

He falters slightly when he realizes exactly how exhausted and hurt you are. "Let's get you bandaged up, and I'll draw a bath.”