You know, back home, they called me insufferable. I'm going to have to start introducing you first, so they don't see me as so bad.

[Dorian has half a mind to grab him anyway, force it down his throat and back to the Sanctuary, but instead he takes a deep breath and relents. He raises his free hand in surrender, but he keeps the vial in the other. Though they're no more than strangers outside of the incident at the temple, Dorian's frown is still filled with genuine concern.]

I understand this is difficult for you, Abelas. But giving up and sitting in the street like some vagrant isn't a worthy end for the man you are. You can try and drink this, or you can make up not doing so by coming with somewhere you won't give me a heart-attack.