Dorian wrapped his fingers through Cole's, his jaw tight as he looked over at Cadash, then back to Cole. He closed his eyes in silent frustration and made himself count to ten in Tevene. Slowly.
"Cole - when you are facing something that is roughly - oh - three times your size ... I do want you to remember that Silkdart might just look like a toothpick to them." He added, dryly, as he moved his hand over his leg, "Also that something your size will, in fact, throw you like a bloody ragdoll."
He looked over to the Inquisitor. "It's my unstudied opinion you'll all need about three or four days of bedrest -- of course that will be up to Mother Cluck-cluck to decide. But ... " And here he lowered his voice, "We both know she won't look after Cole. Solas might but he's too badly wounded himself."
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"Cole - when you are facing something that is roughly - oh - three times your size ... I do want you to remember that Silkdart might just look like a toothpick to them." He added, dryly, as he moved his hand over his leg, "Also that something your size will, in fact, throw you like a bloody ragdoll."
He looked over to the Inquisitor. "It's my unstudied opinion you'll all need about three or four days of bedrest -- of course that will be up to Mother Cluck-cluck to decide. But ... " And here he lowered his voice, "We both know she won't look after Cole. Solas might but he's too badly wounded himself."