Fame had long lived his life without purpose. Though he had a mate, he felt unworthy of breeding as his fellow dragons did until he found his charge. Whatever he was meant to care for, he could not find, until he saw the small, green bat enter the lair.

He surged forward and plucked Cure off the ground, depositing her onto his back. From that day forward, he never let her wander far from his side. She was to become the clan Healer, a powerful mage capable of healing the fighters who foraged for food in the slums of the Coliseum. Every day as a hatchling, Fame escorted her to the Coliseum to watch other dragons slug it out, patiently allowing her to flop about his head so her view was never interrupted. He told her to focus on the healers and mages and learn to mimic them, and she delighted in watching their magic.

She began attempting to mimic his walk on their way back, stumbling beside him on all fours. Occasionally, another dragon would brush too close to Fame in the busy Trading Post, not realizing a small Nocturne hopped next to him. His deafening roar would startle those nearby as he flared his wings up and jerked his head to the ground. After spotting the tiny bat beside him, clinging to his leg, the surprised dragons would turn away and carry on - just a Guardian protecting his charge.

After Cure reached adulthood, she donned her silks and entered the Kelp Beds, sheltered by Bangles and Decadance, to begin her training. Their vast experience in the venue allowed her to quickly gain proficiency and begin assisting them as an equal instead of an understudy, mimicking the skilled healers she had diligently watched.

Fame still stands guard outside the entrance to the Kelp Beds, waiting for her fights to end to escort her home.