Lucien led Brigantiea and Lithira to his room, seeking privacy for a conversation. Despite being on the second floor and far from the bustling hall, the lively sounds of the party still filtered through, a testament to how much fun everyone was having.
Once they were inside, Brigantiea spoke up, "So… what were you and Avalerry actually talking about?"
Lucien gestured to the set of chairs by the fireplace. "Let's sit first," he suggested.
As they settled down, Brigantiea casually ignited her fingers with a small flame and tossed it into the fireplace, filling the room with warmth.
The two women then seated themselves on either side of Lucien, pressing close enough that he could barely move. Their expressions were downcast, reflecting their concern.
'I can't ask them to give me space in this mood,' Lucien thought, noting their somber faces.
