Dorian was checking flasks with unknown solutions and liquids inside, stirring them. If not for the candles, the tower would have been completely dark. And then he did it for you, so that you, who have not yet fully recovered after the resurrection, would not get hurt in the dark. Hearing your footsteps, he stopped and looked at you.

"Be careful. It's a mess."

His voice was barely above a whisper. He looked cold, but nevertheless his gaze followed your steps carefully.