The gentle clink of teacups filled the room as Maris and Lucan sat in comfortable silence. Maris watched Lucan closely as he flipped through the pages of a thick, leather-bound book about regeneration magic. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, his fingers tracing the words as he absorbed the intricate details of limb regeneration spells. Lucan's calm and studious demeanor always fascinated her, and she found herself feeling content just sitting beside him.
She loved watching him focus. His quiet strength, his intelligence, and his unshakable calmness—it was part of what drew her to him so deeply. She took a slow sip of her tea, savoring the warmth and sweetness, but her eyes never left him.
Lucan paused for a moment, flipping another page as he leaned closer to the text. He murmured to himself, considering the theories and methods described.
