There was no shame in travelling with a partner, but Kyros never did.

What use was another Courser, when his undead companion could serve every purpose he could need? He sighed and turned into another hallway, his hoofbeats echoing against the cobbled floor and the rough-hewn stone walls. He didn't allow curiosity in; there was no point dwelling on his loneliness, nor was there any good that ever came from daydreaming.

There may not have been shame, but there was always a feeling of loss when his partner inevitably departed, bored of what little he could offer, or desperate to take advantage of his lack of sight.

He was used to it now.