Brennan frowns and gives Dorian's hand a light squeeze before tearing it free and going back to pacing the room, needing to move, too restless to stay still. He falls silent for several long moments, needing the time to piece through the information he's given. It's not like the reports he gets to update back home but this... this is more personal than any small problem he has to delegate aid to, or one he can solve with sword or coercion.

He doesn't know what to think of it.

Finally he stops and sighs, raking his fingers through his hair again. "Maker. What a mess. And there's nothing I can do about it either. Not from here. Not like this." He pauses then and turns back to Dorian, giving him an apologetic glance. "I'd hoped your trip home would have been one more pleasant than this. I'm sorry it wasn't."