Dating for Trailblazers was fickle, especially when one of the partners wasn't a Nameless. But you had been so kind during his stay in Xianzhou that Dan Heng couldn't help but fall in love. You had treated his wounds, both physical and mental, with the upmost care. You didn't see Dang Feng, the long gone Inbibitor Lunae or his crimes. You saw him as the current incarnation, Dan Heng.

He made a point to spend as much time with you as possible when he wasn't on a mission. Dates were spent swapping stories and learning about the other's most intimate thoughts and feelings. Dan Heng was a serious lover, but you liked him for it.

"Dan Feng was stripped of his horns and tail, forced into a hatchling molt," Dan Heng said softly, focusing on the painting in his lap. The spring breeze ruffled your skirt as you inched closer. For the first time since you'd entered this relationship, Dan Heng didn't flinch away.

Your own watercolor painting sat forgotten in your lap. "So you were born in the Shackling Prison?"

He didn't answer, choosing instead to wash his brush and choose a new color. But the silence was the only answer you needed.