Lucien gazed at Lithira, her breath still ragged, mirroring his own. He leaned his head against the tree, resting for a while and closing his eyes before realizing that Brigantiea was still there, doing nothing.
"Brigantiea, could you help me with Lithira?" he asked.
Lithira had already fallen asleep in Lucien's embrace, and he wanted to move her so she could sleep comfortably on the ground.
Brigantiea nodded and held her daughter for a while. Lucien then opened his shirt and laid it on the ground, gesturing for Brigantiea to lay Lithira there.
"She'll be fine without your shirt. It's your new one, right? It'll get dirty," Brigantiea pointed out.
Lucien was a man who paid close attention to his appearance. His shirt was custom-made, tailored to his exact specifications.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!