Dorian bites his lip to avoid letting out a giggle at the expression on Marius' small, round face. His stature may not be the only childish thing about him, at the moment, but it doesn't bother Dorian in the slightest. He is just happy to see Marius safe and mostly not having a meltdown about all of this. Everything else could take care of itself, eventually.

Reaching out a hand, he places it over Marius' scraped knee. With a soft, green glow of Dorian's magic, the skin begins to knit itself back together, the pain fading away with the wound. Dorian was no great healer, but he could shore up a little scratch or a bruise in the field.

"Well, the stupid officer is now going to be quite distracted, calling the stupid fire marshal. Which gives us a chance to buy you some pants. Shall we?"