Thankfully, Raylan came from a sturdy kind of stock and while the bolt had been Something™, he would survive it without any lasting repercussions. Mathis had already served him more than this; if anyone was going to take him out for good, it would be the town.

Raylan's eyes swam, darting around the blurry edges of Dorian's face as his own was handled with palms of what felt like near fire, making him gasp shallowly in the shock of differences, head bobbing before his eyes center and sharpen into clarity as his brows furrow.

"Dorian," he answered softly, correctly pegged as 'dazed', one hand coming up to hook into his forearm. Dark, almost black eyes darted back and forth between Dorian's as he listened, head starting to shake as the Mage suggested going back. "I can't, I can't die like that again.," he said, gripping tighter as he pushed forwards a little bit, no real intent beyond pressing his point. "I can't die like that again, I can't, I can't save them and neither can you. If Mathis wants them, she will take them, she'll take them."

It was a plead, a curse on the town, a breaking of his heart all over again as he gasped into his next words, coming up onto one knee to match like he intended to bring Dorian to his feet with him. "Come with me - The forest won't burn, it can't burn I don't know why but she doesn't let it burn, It's safe there in this one instance-"