Dorian at least stays close enough to remain in the circle of Orym’s arms, just pulls back enough to meet his eyes. He manages a smile in return, small and faint as it is.

“Honestly, you’re the only thing that’s kept me grounded all evening. It’s just been difficult, having to act like you’re nothing more than just some hired help. That I can barely look at you without worrying what all those other people think and risk blowing our cover. It hurts, being so close and having to act like we’re such worlds apart…but I can’t stand not having you beside me either.”