The deaths don’t stick, [he confirms.] I’ve been immolated a handful of times myself, and popped up like a daisy as fresh as you’ve ever seen me within a half hour or less after.

I’ve never been able to pinpoint the recovery time. Melted watches and all.

[Dorian hums thoughtfully.]

Which brings up a salient point: If I’m injured at your party, it’ll give away my healing. I can avoid some amount of that myself by not putting myself in obvious harm, but I don’t suppose you’d be able to help me there somehow?