Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

There is a sort of pleasantness to this easy conversation. Dorian unsure as to whether or not Raven was so attempting to distract his thoughts else merely speaking in a companionable fashion, it hardly mattered he supposed, such topics seeming to draw his thoughts away from his current predicament if only slightly. The Fae King attempting to explain to her just why he was so rarely awake in those delight hours. After all, Sebastian hardly chose to be awake in the evenings and asleep in the day, that choice was removed for him and thusly Dorian was simply content to assure he met his lovers schedule. It was, in the long run, not a terribly difficult thing to do and if such a simple thing as that was the only sacrifice he need make to be in his companions company then so be it. Raven however, seemed afflicted by a far more notorious sort of companion, the woman assuring him she was up at any and all hours, his own features scowling slightly at the notion of this. Did her husband never sleep? Why did she not order him to bed? It is her mention of adjusting however that sees his own lip quirk just so.

"Ah, but the things we do for those we love."

She will, he is sure, so understand just that sentiment even if it was so she seemed far more afflicted then he himself. Perhaps he had chosen to become nocturnal and yet at least Sebastian did not get up and down all day and so attempt to wake him as it seemed Raven's companion did. What a perfectly odd man. He hardly feels his own power flaring to life as his fingers rest against her fur, Dorian so entirely oblivious to that still activated affinity as it begins to drain the very life from her being. It was not until the wolf stumbled away from him that the silver of his gaze widened, lips parted to ask just what on earth she was doing before she so abruptly collapsed. His gaze drifts briefly to his own hands, the man eyeing them as if expecting to see some sort of evidence of his power before hurrying to the fallen wolf. How on earth might he fix this! How did he....awaken her? One hand reaching to rest upon her after several moments of hesitation, the man attempting to rouse life into her, the man very near demanding she wake up if only in desperation. There is no small amount of thrill at so seeing the wolf stir at last, her terribly still form seeming to animate once more, relief passing through him before she asks just why she was upon the ground.

"I think perhaps you are just very tired."

He had no true other way to describe such a thing, the man reluctant still to blame himself even if that was surely the cause of her distress, nervousness turning within him as the wolf stepped back from him now- her words...seeing his own features shift into concern once more, lips parting several times and yet he found few words capable of reaching him. His power was dangerous? Perhaps it was, perhaps he was? One hand runs back through his hair almost nervously, Dorian taking but a step back towards his horse, the man reaching almost reluctantly to touch the animal- the horse in the least seemingly unaffected. A sigh of relief finding him now.

"I think Raven I best go home I need to think on this but- thank you for you assistance, I shan't forget it. I am sure I will see you again once it is so I have come to understand....this, whatever it is. Thank you again."