Lucas continued his work in silence, his hands never faltering in their gentle but purposeful rhythm. Each motion was guided not only by touch but by a fine-tuned awareness of her body's Qi flow. He moved with the precision of someone who had studied both anatomy and spiritual circulation, pressing just firmly enough to unlock stiffness without inducing strain. His fingers worked over the arch of her foot again, then along her ankles and up the curve of her calf, moving with slow, practiced confidence.
As his infused Yang energy entered her system in steady pulses, the effect was no longer just physical. A subtle heat was beginning to rise within her, one that had little to do with pain relief or healing. Nyx's breathing shifted, no longer the calm exhale of earlier. It was shallower now, with a faint hitch at the end. Her fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table, and her eyes fluttered for a moment.
