Maris and Lucan sat together at a small, ornate table in the temple's dining hall, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the high windows. Their lunch, a simple yet elegant fare of freshly baked bread, roasted vegetables, and delicate soup, was nearly finished. Maris, usually calm and composed, seemed unusually intense today, her eyes lingering on Lucan with an unsettling intensity.
"Lucan-sama," Maris began softly, her tone betraying concern. "You've been so busy lately. I worry about you."
Lucan looked up, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of her gaze. He offered a reassuring smile. "You don't need to worry about me. I can handle myself. Besides, you've been quite busy with your duties too."
Maris's eyes darkened for a moment before she forced a smile. "Oh, I'm not worried about myself. I'm more concerned about you getting hurt. After all, you're the only one I care about. And... you've been hurt before, so..."