Dente, for whatever reason, doesn't mind the Zora resting her head on his shoulder, but visibly grimaces at the thought of whatever she and Gail had partaken in. He didn't want to know.
"About my friends? Well, I can't say I know where they are for sure, but I can check. I'll head back to Ordin-Bashir to see if they returned, and hell, I might just confront them myself," he solemnly notes. Sure, that would make their eventual encounter a bit early, but he might as well get it over with. "So with this in mind, you and Gail can stay put here while I do what I have to do. And one more thing," Dente lets out a bittersweet sigh. "It's sort of nice to see you again." Dente definitely thought this Zora was creepy and had quite a questionable mode of operation, but he vaguely remembered during those dark years of initiation in the desert that the two had gotten along. He didn't quite recall how, but it was certainly platonic. He needed a friend, if he could call any of his cohorts by that title, but he supposes in hindsight that he had one. Standing up, he calls out to both Gail and the Zora now.
"I'm off, ladies. I'll keep you posted on the status of our friends in the meantime. Have fun, alright?" He finishes his statement in an uncharacteristically teasing manner, much like he would have a long time ago. Was he finally at peace? Time would tell. Moments later, Dente disappears in a flash of light, quickly picking up his stuff from the Domain and finding himself in Ordin-Bashir again, clothed in his red robes atop a tree.