Third Person's POV
Recognition lit up in Virelle's scarlet eyes, and she subtly gestured him over while Lucy's blue eyes softened in visible relief.
But it was Velcy who reacted first.
Without hesitation, she stood and rushed toward him.
Her boots clicked softly on the wooden floor as she closed the distance and flung herself into his arms.
He caught her easily and wrapped his arms around her slender frame as she buried her face in his chest.
He smiled as his arms tightened around her protectively while the tension in his shoulders melted, if only slightly.
But before he could say anything, a sneering voice drifted from behind him—thin and slippery, like oil in water.
"Who's that ugly girl, Brother Falco…?"
The tone was mocking and juvenile, yet laced with something uncomfortably venomous.
Another voice responded shortly after, this one was deeper and steadier, but also one that was clearly annoyed.
