Dorian shudders. "I'd prefer not to imagine it. Now you'll have me paranoid every time I walk through a door." He's seen plenty of stunning feats of architecture and engineering throughout Tevinter, and especially in the country's capital, due in large part to the Ambassadoria's ancient influence. The Grand Proving Arena in particular is a stunning creation. Yet even those landmarks don't compare in style or function to what he sees here. It's an entirely separate world, more jarring than when he'd walked through another future.

That next question takes him away from his thoughts on towering structures and too much vaulted glass.

"Truthfully I don't know, but it'd be a lie to say I haven't been wondering what the Fade's relationship actually is here. My connection to it seems unaffected, and yet..." He trails off, frowning. "Perhaps I won't be able to tell until I sleep, as you said. I expect to remember, although I can't predict what it will tell me besides the fact that it exists. Once I'm a bit more situated I plan to attempt more thorough investigation." Which may include experimentation. He's not Solas, whose expertise on the Fade was far beyond the extent of his own, but he appreciates a good research project.

"What about you? How is..." He waves a vague hand at Cullen. "Well, all of your Templary-ness. Everything in working order?"