"Thank you for bringing me," he whispered back as he turned his hand over and tangled their fingers together. Dorian was not always so publicly affectionate but the Clan didn't seem to care and these people couldn't hurt his reputation. "Your people have been very welcoming."

Yet, Dorian dreaded the eventually day he would take Bramen to Tevinter. His lover would not be treated well even if he dressed in the finest clothing and gilded him with gold. He would always be an elf, seen as the lowest of the low. Dorian wanted to share his homeland with Bramen but he knew there would be no hiding the ugliness from him.

Hopefully, he should share something redeeming with his lover.