Dorian shook his head a little, "You don't to sleep, Cole, and we don't need to have everyone there just ... " He sighed as he was carried away to Dorian's rooms. "Don't do anything daft, please?"

He made his way up the stairs, where he found Varric moving towards him quickly, concern filling those honey colored brown eyes, "Sparkler, what happened!?"

So Dorian repeated the story, with a lot of hand waving and eyerolling and a little bit of, "No sense whatsoever of survival!"

He finished with a sigh of, "... and now, he'll be staying in my rooms, which I should make sure he hasn't filled with nugs and crying prostitutes."

Varric, for his credit, just laughed for about a minute, before promising to come and visit the kid as soon as he found some grapes or something for the visit. That or an injured cat, for Cole to fix.

Disgruntled, but amused, Dorian made his way back to his quarters.