Aiden needs to work on his bedside manners, and Lorielle needs to work on personal space.
Aiden stands nearby, arms folded. Dorian approaches him from behind.
Aiden: You bet your ass-
Dorian claps Aiden on the shoulder. Hard. He smiles at Aiden as he turns to look up.
Dorian: Professional, Aiden.
Aiden: gods, what the hell. Not all of us are built out of BEAR
Lorielle blazes on, continuing her comments about the healing magic.
Lorielle: But, you should know that, sweetheart.
Lorielle leans forward, touching the silver haired girl's hair.
Lorielle: I don't imagine you got this shade from an alchemy shop.
The silver hair girl blushes, then gets flustered. She looks around in a panic.
Girl: Where's my cloak? A-and my kerchief!?