When Leon and Archon Vyra arrived in front of Seraphine and Ira, Ira immediately moved toward her aunt like the distance between them was a personal inconvenience she was correcting.
She was already talking before she'd fully closed the gap, eyes locked onto the armor with the same star-struck expression that hadn't dimmed since she'd first seen it approaching. Her hands moved as she spoke, gesturing at specific pieces — the construction, the enchantment, the way the reddish detailing ran through the white outer pieces. The answer to where it had come from was obviously Leon, which she already knew, and the knowing of it made her want her own set with immediate and specific intensity.
Archon Vyra received the enthusiasm with the composed warmth of someone who loved this particular person and accepted the volume as part of the arrangement.
Leon turned to Seraphine.
"Everything alright here?" he asked.
