Tables Turned ?
Lucavion's head tilted slightly at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his smirk returning as his eyes flicked toward the source. Standing near the doorway was a woman who appeared to be slightly middle-aged, her graceful demeanor complemented by a serene smile. Her dark hair was swept back in a neat bun, and she wore a fitted healer's robe that exuded both professionalism and elegance.
"Well, aren't you a sight," Lucavion remarked, his voice carrying a teasing edge. His eyes flicked over her once, casually appraising. "Quite a beauty."
The woman raised an eyebrow, but her smile widened, carrying a warmth that was both genuine and playful. "Ah, thank you," she said, her tone calm and steady as she stepped closer. "Though I must say, you have quite the silver tongue for someone barely holding onto their strength."
Her graceful response made him chuckle softly. "It's a talent. Can't let a little exhaustion ruin the charm."