Lucavion approached the two children slowly, each step careful, as if he were approaching something fragile.
Riken and Sena, still breathing heavily, turned their heads towards him. Their faces, twisted in rage and grief, seemed frozen in that expression as if they had forgotten how to be anything else.
But Lucavion didn't flinch; instead, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out, and he lifted it gently to rest on their heads, his touch light, almost cautious.
"You did well," he murmured, his voice steady, calm. "Now everything is fine."
Both children flinched at the unexpected gentleness of his touch, unused to anything but the roughness and control of others. Riken's gaze flicked away, uncertain, while Sena blinked rapidly, her breathing quickening. For a moment, the room was still, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint crackle of Lucavion's calm, grounding words.
