Dorian couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips, "Good. I'm glad. I like her too." He looked to Ally for a moment then back to his food, "Is it too early to say that if anything ever happened to her I'd kill whoever harmed her?"
"Not at all. But I hope that means you understand when I say the same to you." Allisandra raised an eyebrow at him, before looking down at the newspaper. "Goes for both of them." They were the closest thing to family she had left at this point.
Dorian nodded a little, "I understand…" He sighed softly, quickly finishing up the rest of his food. He grabbed his bowl and Macks, standing and placing them in the sink.
"I could have done that." Ally said, raising an eyebrow as she looked up and watched him cross the kitchen. "You shouldn't really be on your feet. Not after an assassination attempt like that."
Dorian waved a hand as if waving off the statement, "I'm fine. Well, maybe not fine but I'm not incapable of doing simple jobs. Like putting dishes in a sink." He looked to Ally and shrugged a shoulder.
"Just tell me if the pain gets to be too much." Ally said, rolling her eyes as she folded up the newspaper and set it on the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. "How many o' those memories are comin' back?"
Dorian ran a hand though his hair, gaze focusing on the counter top, “Some of them, yes,” He sighed softly, “Slowly but surely… I honestly don’t think I want to remember them.”
"Don't we all." Ally muttered, shaking her head. "Well, Johnson wants me to let you now you're welcome t' hide out here until you've recovered, but I have one question. What all d'you remember of the people who…attacked you."
Dorian scratched at his chin, frowning slightly in thought, "They called themselves The Black Hand (yes, I know it's a real group, don't @ me I'm not creative) Said they didn't like how the kingdom was being run…"
Ally stilled, turning sharply to look at him. Her peculiar grey eyes studied him for a moment, before a string of curses in the same harsh language from yesterday left her lips. "Dammit dammit dammit."
Dorian's brows furrowed in confusion, "So you've heard of them, then?" He looked up at her, tilting his head to one side just a little, causing some of his hair to fall in front of his face.
"Somethin' like that." Allisandra muttered, her gaze darkening for a split second, before returning to the normal un-crackable poker face. "Not a good group."
"Clearly. Not if they stormed the palace, attacked and tried to kill me and my family…" Doria replied, crossing his arms over his chest, his frown deepening.
"I mean, beyond that. I've got my own problems with the way things are run." Ally shook her head, reaching up to tap the nasty looking scar over her collarbone. "But they're not some radical freedom group or something. Terrorists fits better."
"I figured that part out already," Dorian looked up to Ally before looking around the small home, "Think they'll come looking for me? Or do you think they think I'm dead?"
"I think it's only a matter o' time 'fore they figure out you ain't." Ally said, shaking her head. "Which brings us t' the next order o' business. What're your plans for whatever's next?"
Dorian shrugged a shoulder, "I haven't thought about it. I've been awake what? Half an hour? Maybe more with a clear head and I was trying to focus on Mack then," He sighed, "The way I see it I've got two options. Go back home and try and get my throne back… or stay in hiding for the rest of my life."
Ally looked off to the side, out the kitchen window as she thought. "The Black Hand bein' in charge won't end well for anyone involved." She said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out what looked like a decorative hair comb, and running her thumb over the bird design on it. "An' you can try'n hide all you want, but at some point, they're gonna find you."
Dorian nodded, looking down at his feet, "So… I guess for the sake of everyone and lack of better options, its try and get my throne back."
Ally studied him for just long enough to maybe start being uncomfortable, before she spoke. "Then that's what we're doing."
Dorian raised a brow and tilted his head to the side, "We? An assassin wiling to help a prince? Never thought something like that was going to happen."
"I've got my reasons." Ally said simply, if somewhat vaguely. "And it works out both ways. I get what I want, I keep you alive. Simple."
Dorian eyes her for a moment, clearly unsure. But he eventually nodded, figuring it was for the best if they teamed up, “Fine, makes sense I guess.”
"We're not leavin' now, so get some more rest. You're no use dead because you decided to push it." Such a hypocritical thing, considering the amount of times that exact thing had been said to her.
Dorian cracked a tiny smile, uncrossing his arms with a sigh, "I guess you're right. But I'm not pushing it too much by walking around the kitchen for a couple minutes."