Lucavion leaned against the counter, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "How are the kids doing?" he asked, his tone quieter now, but no less curious. It was clear he meant Sena and Riken, the foxkin siblings he had brought to the Iron Matron's care.
Liora's face lit up with a smile, her usual cheerfulness returning. "They're doing fine," she said warmly. "Sena's… well, she's good at adapting. Quick to learn and eager to help out. She's already made herself at home, really. But Riken…" Her smile dimmed slightly, though her affection remained. "He's a little different. He still carries that look with him, you know? That closed-off expression. Some of the customers think he's arrogant because of it."
Lucavion nodded, his smirk turning into a knowing grin. "Men and women are different after all," he said simply, swirling the drink in his glass. "Sena's flexible—she's adjusting. Riken? He's got more walls to break through."
