Lucavion lingered in the reception area for a few moments after Elara disappeared up the staircase. The faint sound of her steps faded into the soft hum of the inn's nighttime activity, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He stretched lightly, the easy smile on his face giving way to a more reflective expression as he turned and ascended the stairs at a leisurely pace.
He didn't follow immediately. Instead, he gave her the space she deserved, content to take his time. After all, he had also rented the highest quality room in the inn—the finest they had to offer, positioned conveniently close to Elara's. It was an indulgence, sure, but Lucavion never saw indulgence as a vice. Comfort, in moderation, was a luxury worth savoring.
