He sits on the edge of the bed, his shirt off to the side while you finish bandaging his freshly torn stitches. Dorians arm sneaks back and tugs you around to sit in his lap, his eyes searching your with affection and a tiny bit of confusion.

“Aren’t you scared of me, my darling?” He whisper, gently cupping your cheek while his other hand holds your hip.

“Scary, my god your divine.” You whisper and he smiles faintly before kissing your head lovingly.