For the first time, there was something almost too perceptive in Elric's gaze that was not of arrogance, not even flirtation, but curiosity sharpened by recognition.
Before she could answer, footsteps echoed from the hall.
Lucien appeared in the doorway, silent, his presence like a shift in the wind.
Elric straightened up immediately. "Commander."
Lucien's eyes flicked between them. "You're supposed to be resting."
"I was," Elric said quickly. "Lady Liora's tending fixed me up fast."
Lucien didn't answer. He only looked at Liora, She met his gaze, calm as ever.
"I'll be going," Elric muttered, sensing the change in atmosphere. "Thank you, Lady Liora."
When he left, the door creaked closed behind him, leaving the room in quiet tension.
Lucien didn't move.
Liora turned back to her shelf.
"He's a good soldier," she said, lightly. "And a reckless one."
"You don't owe him conversation."
"I didn't offer it."
