Dorian’s smile softens as he watches Orym, feels him relax a bit more against him, as he continues combing his fingers through the shaggy brown hair. “Equal, huh? I like that.”

A partnership, as it were.

“Maybe. It sounds like this world has some pressing matters as well. But if we have time for something like this…” He gestures to their outfits with his free hand. “Then maybe we’ll have the chance to take some time for ourselves too.”