[There is an odd feeling attached to losing magic, certainly. As most mages who lose their magic in his world tend to be tranquil Dorian has very polarizing feelings about that...being made emotionless, being cut off from your dreams when mages have such lucid dreams. Nothing matters. You object to nothing. It's terrible to think about it and perhaps there is something residual in knowing what happens to the tranquil.

For Dorian it isn't quite the same, he wasn't tranquil, but there was an obvious disconnect from his magic that also impacted his mood. It might have been akin to losing a limb or an empty feeling, a sensation of loss. This on top of being forced to dry out with his belongings having been taken from him didn't put Dorian in the best of places and he felt like it was becoming a bad recurring theme recently, it was...unacceptable. His two ambitions in life? To be quite heroic and look dashing in the process, but at the moment he felt like neither one of these things had been working for him.

His pride was having a great deal of difficulty reconciling it.]

Good to know I'm in your thoughts that's...something...I don't know what, but it's something. Gives me a light tingly feeling though, I suspect that's happiness.

[Dorian is trying to go for light humor here, not working out terribly well, but he's trying.]

If I need...[Dorian makes a sound that's between a laugh and choking on his water]...I'm not completely certain I can follow this line of conversation to a less than mature conclusion.

[Not that Dorian can recall ever having someone stick their finger down his throat.]

Much as I enjoy talking about myself, I'm a bit tired of it...surprise, surprise...I...how are you holding up?