Dorian sighs softly, letting himself relax a little as the other rests his weight against him and goes into the embrace. He can feel how he trembles, fighting with himself, his feelings, between needing to be strong and wanting to shatter. His hand cards through his hair, sweat-slicked as it is, trying to further calm him down and let him just get what he needs from this connection. He loosens his hold when Raylan moves, pulling back only a fraction to rest his head on his shoulder. He presses his cheek to his temple briefly, letting him talk, and giving a small chuckle.

"Don't worry, I've no intention of letting it have me. I'm much too pretty to die like that." Half-joking, half-full of himself, "I've dealt with firey demons before, this isn't much different."

Well, it was very different but Raylan didn't need to know that, and right now he believes it as well. And when the other looks into his eyes again he nods, letting his hand drift back to his shoulders. He seems more himself again, even if it's only going to last so long. There's a moment, something he recalls and pools from deep within himself and his memory. An affectionate gesture that stuck with him, in all the rare instances he ever got such things from others. His mother, convincing him the boogie man wasn't real, a lover, assuaging his fears and boosting his ego.

He tips his head up and leans in to press a small, chaste kiss between Raylan's brows before pulling back and smiling.

"Screw the town, Screw Mathias, she won't have us. Any of us. You and I, we need to fight her with everything we have and keep these people safe, alright?" He nods again and gently grips Raylan's shoulders, giving a squeeze before helping him to his feet as they stand together.

"Let's go back. Quick as we can. Those people need us."