Roxanne silently watched Luke pick herbs as though he were selecting precious gemstones from a pile of ordinary pebbles.
Every movement was precise. His eyes always focused.
Careful enough that she couldn't help but let out a faint sigh.
"So it's true," she murmured while leaning against a nearby tree. "You really can brew mythical potions. The kind that saved Claw's life."
Luke never took his eyes off the herbs he was gathering as he replied,
"You could say that. But don't go around telling everyone about it."
Roxanne hummed softly. "I know. You dislike attracting attention."
She still remembered him saying how he wanted nothing more than a peaceful life where nobody recognized him.
Luke nodded lightly.
"Yeah. I'd rather live without people constantly watching me." A faint sigh escaped him. "Which is exactly why I didn't want the chief doing what he did last night."
Roxanne looked slightly worried.
"Do you hate it?"
