Seeing Eirene, Lucien finally exhaled in relief.
If she was here, that could only mean one thing. The artifacts he'd given her earlier in the library were the reason. So, he was right. They were indeed related to her.
He inhaled faintly. Her fragrance filled the air... natural, sweet as honey, and soft as spring rain. That scent alone told him she bore no malice.
"Be at ease," Lucien murmured to Marie. "They mean no harm."
Marie loosened her stance though her eyes stayed wary.
Lucien glanced ahead. 'A false alarm.'
He hadn't expected Eirene to be acquainted with Dawnbinder... much less close enough to summon them suddenly.
He sighed inwardly. 'A Luminarch and a Floran... both inherently good races. If they had ill intent, it would've been obvious.'
Eirene stepped forward. Her tone was apologetic. "I'm so sorry to call you like this, Brother Wolf. And I must apologize that your friends were caught up in it."
