The fire crackled softly, casting a warm, uneven glow across the room as Valeria shifted in her seat, her gaze slowly turning toward Lucavion. She hated the concern that was gnawing her heart, but the words escaped her lips before she could stop them.
"How is your body?" she asked, her tone measured, though a trace of genuine curiosity softening its edge.
Lucavion stretched lazily, his arms behind his head. His smirk reappeared. "It's well, all thanks to our dear healer. Miss… uh, what was her name again? Never got it, actually." He chuckled. "But she did a great job. Most of the pain is gone, though my core's still a bit shaky, though—needs a day or two, I'd guess."
Valeria nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. "You should've told me if you were in such a state. Fighting in that condition could've been reckless."
"Could've been?" Lucavion tilted his head, mock confusion lacing his voice. "I thought recklessness was part of my charm, wasn't it?"
