The moment the realization settled in, his gaze snapped toward the Ice Belle, sharp and urgent despite the pain coursing through him, and with a slight but deliberate motion, he signaled her without words. There was no need to explain, no need to speak, because the situation was already clear, written plainly in the way his body was failing to contain the damage.
She understood immediately.
Her eyes flicked toward him for only a fraction of a second before returning to Dravok, and in that instant, her entire presence shifted once more, the wind around her tightening, sharpening, as she surged forward with renewed intensity, intercepting the next wave of attacks before they could reach Lucas.
"You're not touching him," she said coldly, her tone losing its earlier playfulness entirely.
