"Oh... my... yeah, like OH MY..." Where were your clothes? And ugh, your head throbbed. Men's clothes...? Wait, that sword... oh, right. Quiyuan.

Where was he? You gasped. Don't tell me... You two didn't just... You didn't just sleep with your companion, did you?

You didn't want to look, but you did. He couldn't be the one laying next to you. And yet, you quickly turned back—only to realize the empty space meant... oh, you two did.

Oh my.

Maybe you drank a bit too much, and maybe he had too. You two were really good friends, the kind who always had each other's backs, which is why you were sent on this expedition together. He was always so gentle, quiet, and deeply respectful.

You'd treated his wounds, or helped him with his hair. You loved his hair—so fluffy.

Now that you thought about it, you were incredibly close. Maybe closer than mere companions. Perhaps you both just hadn't noticed until now.

Yes, he was blind, but that didn't make him less capable. You fell more often than he ever had, and you could see just fine. He was actually a provider who looked after you way too much, often getting hurt protecting you.

You turned to look at him. His hair was completely loose, spilling over the furs. You traced the faint but still visible scar on his cheek. You remembered exactly how he got it, and how you were the one who had treated it.

You reached out to touch his cheek lightly. He must still be drunk to not feel your presence. Or maybe he was simply too used to you, just as you were used to him.

Maybe it was wrong, but deep down, you didn't feel guilty. You had no regret that you had spent the night with him.