He stops at her cue. He hadn't noticed anything strange, but now he listened, relied on those instincts that she has and that he lacks.

"Stay close to me," he says, as if she is not the one better armed, better capable in a fight. But his hand sets on the hilt of his sword, and as he walks forward, he walks ahead of her. Casters need time to work their magic; Dorian would see to it that she has what time she needs.