Lumina's gaze narrowed slightly, a flicker of exasperation shadowing her delicate features. "Idiot. That's not my desire; it's just a suggestion," she said curtly, turning away with a dismissive wave of her hand. She turned on her heel, walking toward Seraphina, who knelt on the floor with tears staining her cheeks, sniffling like a child caught in mischief.
Nyxander, however, lingered in thought, his lips curling into a barely audible mutter. "Who cares, as long as it means I get to see your face every day."
"Quiet. The spar isn't over yet," Lumina snapped, her voice ringing with authority.
The words seemed to ignite Seraphina instantly. She sprang to her feet, hastily wiping her tears away as if they had never existed. "Haha! I knew it! Big Sister is on my side!" she declared triumphantly, her fists clenched with renewed determination as she glared at Nyxander.