Whys were rarely important for public consumption in the moment and Raylan had long learned how to balance things out so he only had to explain himself to those he answered too. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, right?
But Dorian was clearly onto the beat, to say nothing of his attentive eyes marking the mess of a state Raylan was in. He shrugged with his face and one shoulder in the start of response, looking and sounding utterly unbothered. He was very much Bothered. "Not more than a broken hour in the last two days, but I'm fine."
Spoiler: he was not fine.
But if he was going to ask something, it was only right he gave something in return and Raylan took a deep breath, chin dropping inadvertently with it as he glances over his shoulder to see who else was in the room. No one right now, thankfully.
"Mathis seems to have taken to droppin' dreams in our heads at night. Last night I had one-" Which would explain him bursting loudly out of the school doors at whothefuckknows AM that morning. A very nice man, Fedyor, had brought him back a few hours later. "- Of Penhew house. A party of people filed in and stopped at that big-ass mirror. This we offer in humility and fear. They made a shallow cut in their forearm and made unique spirals on the mirror with their blood before going into their party. I don't know what it was for. I don't know if it was an offering or a call for protection but.. Maybe we need either one. Maybe it stops Mathis for messing with us for a few days. Gains us some good."
He didn't have any other experts to turn to, no one else who knew that kind of trade - it didn't matter how little Dorian and Raylan might know each other; Dorian had saved him and they both generally seemed to agree on the wellbeing of those around them. Foundational blocks if he'd ever heard of one.
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But Dorian was clearly onto the beat, to say nothing of his attentive eyes marking the mess of a state Raylan was in. He shrugged with his face and one shoulder in the start of response, looking and sounding utterly unbothered. He was very much Bothered. "Not more than a broken hour in the last two days, but I'm fine."
Spoiler: he was not fine.
But if he was going to ask something, it was only right he gave something in return and Raylan took a deep breath, chin dropping inadvertently with it as he glances over his shoulder to see who else was in the room. No one right now, thankfully.
"Mathis seems to have taken to droppin' dreams in our heads at night. Last night I had one-" Which would explain him bursting loudly out of the school doors at whothefuckknows AM that morning. A very nice man, Fedyor, had brought him back a few hours later. "- Of Penhew house. A party of people filed in and stopped at that big-ass mirror. This we offer in humility and fear. They made a shallow cut in their forearm and made unique spirals on the mirror with their blood before going into their party. I don't know what it was for. I don't know if it was an offering or a call for protection but.. Maybe we need either one. Maybe it stops Mathis for messing with us for a few days. Gains us some good."
He didn't have any other experts to turn to, no one else who knew that kind of trade - it didn't matter how little Dorian and Raylan might know each other; Dorian had saved him and they both generally seemed to agree on the wellbeing of those around them. Foundational blocks if he'd ever heard of one.