Cult of Narinder Narilamb!
It's been a while since I've talked publicly about this fic, but I thought you may like to hear my thoughts about characterizing the relationship between Narinder and The Lamb. Both of them, to a certain degree, don't want to feel weak and don't want to feel dependent on anyone. Narinder, however, does it out of pride, whereas The Lamb has the weight of their species surviving on their shoulders.
The Lamb is well aware of his sensitivities and tries hard to avoid touching a nerve, even if Narinder doesn't seem to take note. They are zealous for him, even if it may be misguided.
Narinder, for his part, is slowly starting to gain humanity from his interactions with The Lamb, and slowly has started to let go of his pride and accept help. He finally begins to learn empathy for people, and he hates it.
I know this isn't an actual fic update, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless!