"Get used to it, Olarion. The world's going to see a lot more of me soon."
Valeria watched Lucavion turn, his figure retreating down the corridor with that same easy confidence he always carried. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, falling into stride beside him.
Lucavion glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his smirk softening into something closer to curiosity. "Following me now, are you?" he teased. "What's the matter, Olarion? Second thoughts about the semifinals already?"
She rolled her eyes lightly. "Hardly. But speaking of preparation, are yours ready?" His tone was casual, but the subtle edge in his question betrayed genuine concern.
Valeria nodded, her expression calm but purposeful. "They are. While you were fighting and soaking in the Marquis's attention," she added with a faint smirk, "I was taking care of what I needed. I've been to the Awakened Market and the guild, gathering supplies."