The panicked concern stops. All of him stops, freezes in place, eyes set on a distance behind Hermione. He recognizes his situation, and then he recognizes that he must work through it.

Dorian's voice is soft, almost gentle, as he addresses Gilgamesh. "Please be quiet, Gilgamesh, or come over here to help Hermione with this arrow and the healing of her shoulder. I will not hear your accusations. Or do you think you are the first to try to throw at my feet a fault that is not mine?"

There. That is a King set aside. Dorian glances around, and then he sees the body. His breathing stops again. And, strangely, he understands what happened.

Dorian takes Hermione's hands in his, looks at her eyes and only her eyes. This pain is not his own, and so he has a calm over it only given to those watching a play. "I will whistle for my Ceffyl Dwr, and we'll find a river to wash you off in. We can send guards to retrieve Adela's body and bury her."

Yes, it is a play, theatrical, with a villain and tragic heroine and terrible special effects. Adela's corpse like a prop doll, left behind—and he can survive this. They can both survive this, as they will survive anything.