"Who keeps-- Dorian?"

She doesn't come to the Colosseum every month, though she means to. Sometimes, she walks the city or the area outside, assuming that, should any of the monthly monsters slip through, someone will need to off them before they can reach the non-combatant residents. Also, if there are any others from the Inquisition that find their way through the Door, they'll slip from the Colosseum, too, with time.

Today is another of those days. The Inquisitor is considering returning home for a quick meal when she spots a familiar build, face, mustache, and only after she begins to respond automatically to the stranger's exhausted-sounding question, too.

"Did you just get back?" comes the enthused question, a rare, energetic tone of voice from the oft-cynical Inquisitor. "Is Thom with you?"

Rainier, that is, who had vanished with Dorain the first time. She looks him over, assessing only few differences, offers a brief grin.

"Sorry, sorry, too much." Cecily holds up her hands, chuckling. "Let's start with, ah... Are you alright?"