The response from Gilgamesh to Dorian cuts immediately through their connection—don't speak to me that way again, you think I don't know this condescension, you think I don't know this game, YOU THINK WRONG—and then the matter's let go, at least on the surface. Gilgamesh holds grudges. Dorian knows Gilgamesh holds grudges. And so he also knows what awaits him after the return trip, but there's still so much sighing and damned uncertainty floating about that it forces his hand.

Gilgamesh unfurls himself from that lazy state of mind and moves to the pair. His fingers grasp around the wounded shoulder, where the arrow's half-stuck, and he grips firm around it. It wobbles, it burns for a moment longer... and then it just sort of wilts like a flower, the bits and pieces falling away like petals until nothing remains but the blood. A bit of his own energy accompanies the gesture to sink into her skin, and while he's no healer, it can at least do battle with whatever may have infected her. Act as a temporary ward. Boon granted.

That leaves one Dorian Gray to deal with. And one Hermione Granger, who receives a poised nod of acknowledgment; nothing more.

"We're returning to safe territory. Now. It makes no sense to idle about in unfriendly places."

The look he shoots Dorian dares him to disagree. Dares him to find out what will happen if he does.