Not

"Do you feel that?" Dyon asked, eyes still closed in meditation with Ri.

Ri felt like an entirely new world was being opened up to her.

When Dyon had first met his master and she led him to the corpse of her and her husband, the most striking thing about the demon qilin was the tattoos etched into his horns. They were dark and dense and seemed to hold laws unfathomable to Dyon at the time, and even now.

"They're written into me?"

"Let's try pouring your consciousness into one of the shallower ones."

The truth was that this was a ridiculously intimate process. Even Dyon's master and her husband had never done such a thing.

The legacies of a supreme beast clan were personal and highly guarded. Even in death, it was impossible for Dyon to study the etchings of his master's husband because he didn't have a key to understanding them. However, Ri was her own key, and because she trusted Dyon with her everything, she didn't second guess having him help her navigate.