Aeliana fixed him with a sharp glare, arms crossed, fingers tapping against her sleeve. "That was weird, Lucavion."
Lucavion sighed dramatically, slipping back into his seat with practiced ease. "I know, I know—"
"But," Aeliana cut in, her eyes narrowing further, "I also know this is about that cat."
Lucavion smirked slightly at that, amused despite himself. "Vitaliara," he corrected smoothly.
Aeliana rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What happened? Is she alright?"
At that, Lucavion's expression softened—just slightly. A faint smile tugged at his lips, different from his usual teasing smirks. "She's sensitive," he explained. "She must have sensed something and acted on instinct."
Aeliana frowned. "And? Did you catch her?"
Lucavion exhaled, tilting his head. "Well…"
A pause.
Aeliana's eye twitched.
"…She'll come back on her own," Lucavion finished smoothly, offering a relaxed shrug.
Aeliana stared at him.
