Lyon pushed open the chamber door, the golden hues of the room catching his eye for only a moment before his gaze fixed on the phoenix resting inside. Enya, the Immortal Phoenix, lay there with her eyes half-lidded, her alluring expression softened by exhaustion, though the sharpness of her gaze never dulled.
"So, I take it that this is your abode?" she asked, her voice carrying a faint teasing lilt.
"The very same," Lyon replied with a grin, gesturing around. "The Empyrean."
"It's... nice," Enya remarked, her tone approving but measured.
Lyon raised a thumbs up, his grin widening. "Then it must be really nice if you complimented it!"
Enya smirked, the faintest curve of amusement at her lips. "Heh, I can see the worries and questions written all over your face, Lyon."
He let out a small sigh, walking over to sit beside her bed. "How are you feeling?"
