Ice creeps down Dorian's spine as his stomach drops. His face falls, concern to dismay. Precisely what they've been trying to avoid. Unbidden, he begins spiraling into every worst-case scenario, as he's certain the Bull has been all week. It's upsetting to think of him dealing with this knowledge on his own, pretending at being perfectly fine.

"What did the note say?" He asks, determined to stop himself from jumping to conclusions. Best to be pragmatic about it. "And who exactly are they?"