He loosens his hold enough that Dorian back draw back, but doesn't really want to let him go entirely if he's given the choice.

A shake of his head. "Don't apologize. I know this is hard."

His expression is still a smile, but there's something that's almost worried in it around the edges.

"I'm not letting you get lost, not without getting found anyway." It is selfish of him, in its way, Orym thinks. After all, if Dorian gives up being Dorian, goes back to his family and the Silken Squall, and to being Brontë Wyvernwind and not Dorian storm, what place would there be for a little halfling Ashari with nothing to his name but his sword and shield?