Illena tilted her head, with a thoughtful look in her eyes that also held a touch of concern.
"Walking through the mud, pulling boulders in full armor... isn't that a bit much, my dear?" she asked. "Aren't you working too hard?"
Arkanos chuckled, his expression lightening at her words. He continued wiping his face, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "This is nothing, my dear," he said with a small, reassuring smile. "If I can't endure this, how can I expect my knights to?"
Illena stepped closer, her gaze softening as she placed her hands gently on Arkanos's cheeks. Her touch was warm as she spoke with a touch of pride and fondness.
"You've become so stoic," she murmured. "If I'm to be honest... it makes me proud."
Arkanos chuckled softly, smiling right after. His right hand lifted, fingers brushing against her chin as he tilted her jaw upward, their eyes locking.
"Oh, is that so?" he said with a playful tone.