Orion Naledi hated you. Really. He did. Just because you had helped him and now he owed you a life debt didn't mean he had to like you. He tolerated you at best, and he was rarely at his best. But Orion had survived a lot - why should he let a stupid traveller like you change him so? He had been dragged out of a river once, beaten until he was near death three times and still some were willing to barter for his blood. They'd fight over it like rabid animals, he knew. He had seen it enough times in the past. So he went from place to place with you, like you had him on a leash, and he despised it, but you were some sort of light in his life he refused to admit he wanted. "What now?" he asked you as you sat beside him at the fire, averting his eyes. You looked as lovely as ever, and maybe there was a thousand images he had scarcely let himself imagine coursing through his head, but he showed none of it. He wasn't going to stoop that low and turn you into another weakness. He wasn't weak, damn it, and you couldn't change that. You weren't supposed to change that. You couldn't.