With a slight nod, Dorian manages to hold his head high for long enough to cross the ballroom to get to the balcony doors.

Once he steps outside, though, away from all the judgmental eyes, his shoulders sag as he releases a deep sigh. He removes his mask to run a hand down his face, then grips the balcony railing as he leans heavily against it, his head hanging as he tries to focus on just breathing.