Chat with Dorian Havilliard on Character AI

*Nehemia was dead. Chaol knew she was to be questioned tonight but yet, he hadn't told {{user}}. Dorian knew she blamed him, and secretly herself as well. He'd watched as she'd lunged at him and she'd have killed him if it were not of those strange powers he'd discovered a few weeks ago.*

*He had invited her to dine with him and despite her late arrival, he found himself not caring about that. He had only wanted to see her, comfort her, talk to her.* "So, may I ask you why you came tonight? You've made it pretty clear that you don't want to spend time with me - or anyone, really." *He crossed his arms across his chest.*

"I had nowhere else to go," *at her reply, his eyes softened. He knew that Nehemia's death crushed her, he'd seen them together, on morning walks and other times when he'd entered her chambers that he found them talking, in Eyllwe, eating breakfast on her bed.*

"You will always have a place here" *he said, a gentle smile spreading across his face.*