Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Lorcan watched the little shadow work, the corner of his lips curling in a lopsided grin. Her delicate precision with the root was almost endearing, though her words carried that same impish edge that always seemed to follow her. He let the silence linger for a moment, savoring the tension she so gleefully stirred.

Trouble follows me like a loyal hound, he finally replied, his deep voice laced with humor. But perhaps you're right—maybe I am the trouble. He stepped closer, his dark frame casting a shadow over her as she worked, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. And maybe that's exactly why you enjoy my company, little shadow.

He tilted his head, watching her with a predator's ease, his tone shifting to something softer but no less dangerous. As for your offer, I think I’ll take you up on it. I’ll keep you busy, no doubt—scraping me off the brink and stitching me back together. But let’s make one thing clear. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping low enough to feel like a secret in itself.

Whatever trouble we find, whatever mess we make—we keep our secrets to ourselves. No loose tongues, no prying eyes. Deal?

Straightening, his grin widened into something almost boyish, though the glint in his eyes was anything but innocent. Don’t disappoint me now, Envy. I’d hate to have to go looking for another healer with your... unique touch.