The day at Luminous Rest carried a quiet calm.
Marie had sealed herself inside her private room, deep in training. The loot they'd gathered was proving useful. Each was an ally for refining control and enhancing combat flow.
When their usual visitor arrived, it was Lucien alone who went down to meet her.
Eirene waited by the hall's sunlit window. Her composure was as pristine as ever. Yet to Lucien's beastman senses, something was amiss. The Floran Race carried fragrances that changed with their emotions... and hers, usually a tranquil blend of morning dew and soft bloom, now held a sharper tang like mint crushed beneath frost.
Lucien stopped before her with a calm expression.
"You smell troubled."
Eirene blinked... then gave a faint laugh. "And you've gotten even more direct. Yes… something like that."
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
She inclined her head slightly and shook it.
