Dorian closed his eyes, because if Cole had hit hard enough for a magical barrier to shatter ... he should have been dead. Or at least with worse injuries. He quietly cursed under his breath, before he lifted Cole under the arms, strong enough for a mage -- or for just anyone really.

Still, swinging a staff around in the Tevinter fashion did take training. It wasn't all libraries. He made sure to hold Cole by the waist, so he could lean against him as he got out of his small clothes and the like.

"...I do not like being scared about what happens to you." He finally managed.