Ernest
Lucien's eyes expanded upon seeing Ellaine's shock in response to the crash. He promptly plunged to his knee and curved his neck to examine her ears beyond a plain glimpse. He studied her tiara meticulously. For a woman dedicated to an orphanage, Lucien was impressed of how well her bind matched her clothing. That led him to pay more attention to her dress, and soon to her petite figure. His cheeks embraced a rouge of pink. He raised his gloved hand and nervously placed it on her shoulder. Without further ado the elf questioned her. *"A-are you alright, miss?"* He couldn't catch her name earlier, unfortunately.

The mysterious man was fascinated by the short lady. In a world where the malicious nature of people spread down every corner, her energy was akin a spark of hope. No - a bonfire would be more accurate. He had come to her with a different goal in mind, one that would aid his lust for vengeance. The contrast of her warmhearted presence, however, reminded him that there was more to life than power and ambition. Perhaps he would be wise to delay his search and spend some time with her instead. After all, Lucien often contemplated his ideologies - a contradictory concept could open his eyes to an unexplored truth.

Once he set his hand on her shoulder, the gifted Ellaine could sense a substance deeply rooted into his soul, latent behind his courteous manners. If she fixated her energy on it, she would be in for a surprise. A grave and frigid aura lurked into her being, corrupt to its core. It was so fierce that it resembled a monster, grinning its fangs and trying to break through the cell that was Lucien's humanity. The essence was similar to that of her good friend, the vampire. This one, however, stood out in comparison to any other of its kind - not because of its power, but due to its extraordinary passion.

The image of the beast disappeared once its owner lifted his hand off. He exhaled through his mouth in a moan of relief, now that the situation was resolved. *"Indeed, wherever you consider it right. It will be my pleasure"* He said, as well spoken as ever, and stood up with a smile. With her enhanced senses she could tell that his tone was shaky.
Pearl
*As Lucien studied Ellaine's body he would notice the conservative dress hugging tightly on her body have beautiful floral embroidery hidden on top of the dress' hems. Something that only people with a keen eye or were looking at her intensely could see, it travelled all around her outfit like vines wrapping around a log. Ellaine would notice the slight pink hue that formed in the man's figure although she wouldn't know what caused that emotion to suddenly rouse and appear especially in a busy street like this one... Perhaps he simply saw a beautiful woman pass by? Upon placing his hand on her shoulder Ellaine quivered slightly before responding to Lucien's question* "O-Oh! Yes I-I'm alright, perfectly fine... Just uhh. I was just a bit startled from the hammer, I have very sensitive... Well senses so hearing it was a shock."

*Ellaine's eyebrows furrowed a little as she turned for but a few moments towards Lucien, her own magical senses focusing intently on him. With a mix of her sight of emotion and a sight of magic she could sense this man's overwhelming passion as well as vampiric essence, something that... She really wasn't all that surprised about. For a woman like her, with a job that causes one to move around she has met quite a number of people and vampires are part of this. M'ralinde and Mizu were two people like this that she knew of so in all honesty she was unfazed*

"Alright then if you would, follow me please. I wouldn't want you to lose me due to my small stature." *She contemplated whether or not she should make small talk with the man? Well it did seem normal but what should they talk about in the first place anyways? Oh! Right she hadn't yet introduced herself properly. While they were walking towards the orphanage Ellaine would speak up to Lucien.* "Mr. Lucien I had just realized that I haven't yet introduced myself properly to you like you have to me. My name is Ellaine Lokhart, you can call me whatever you wish I don't really mind and I'm one of the caretakers of The Blue Iris Orphanage."

*As she said this Ellaine had a big happy smile across her face bowing at the man like he did to her before walking back towards their destination. Even holding her skirt up a little like how she's heard nobility being described to her in the story books she was read. No one had ever given her a bow before, it was really unlike any way she was greeted.* "You know I find it very curious that you gave me a bow despite me not being of any sort of higher status than you. Even earlier you describe yourself as but a commoner while both of us are commoners here. You're very curious you know Lucien? You have that mysterious aura to you that makes me want to learn about you more...*Reminds me of when I first met Kyuu*" *She let out a small giggle as she now began to reminisce about the past. About the first time she met one of her dearest friends*
Ernest
*"Of course, lead the way."* He confirmed, smiling. As they walked down the road he contemplated the judgement she had for of her body. *"You know, if it is in my right to comment, the saying does go 'the best things come in small packages'. I couldn't really lose sight of someone standing out so much with their great fashion choice."* Lucien spoke as eloquently as ever, a smile curving on his lips. He was sparing her the information that his eyes were much more acute than an ordinary person's, yet he nonetheless believed what he had said. While never losing her frame from his periphery, the hooded man also observed their surroundings. He was subtly experiencing sonder, remaining silent.

That was, until she continued. *"Hm? Oh, that's right. Ellaine Lokhart..."* He muttered to himself. *"My my, rolls of the tongue effortlessly. Ellaine, please, do not call me mister. While I truly appreciate your thoughtful manners, I have done naught to gain your respect."* The man shared his reasoning. *"Ah, the Blue Iris Orphanage I hear so much about. I mustn't lie, I was already told by a passerby that you were part of it. People say that children of all sorts are welcome there, that you folk don't discriminate against any kid so long as they are in need. That is... Admirable, to say the least. Like a fairy tale. In today's world charity seems more and more a distant concept. That is why your work is so precious."* He deduced.

Lucien smiled again and gave a nod of acknowledgement, appreciating her elegant display. While he could tell she definitely needed to refine it, her bow was gracefully done. For the few minutes that he had spent with her, Lucien already felt cheerful. Her demeanor, void of any deception, broke the grim air that surrounded him most of the time. The refreshing feeling was irreplaceable, which then inspired Lucien. Was this her secret? He thought. Perhaps with her compassionate words and actions she gave others an example too strong to ignore - motivating them to do the same. It was a form of leadership the elf was yet to see more of.

*"Ah, that..."* He picked up on her comment of his usage of the word 'commoner'. *"You see, I believe that honor is something you acquire through deeds, not inheritance. True, nobles make decisions for us all, yet many of them gained their status and respect by birthright - something no one is able to control. People like you, however, are dedicated to a holy cause. I can know for sure that your intentions are good to any stranger out there. I find the courage to trust someone you don't know admirable. Which is what led me to treat you the way others treat royalty. As for why I consider myself a commoner... I'm much less exalted, by the same logic."* Lucien explained his philosophy to her.

*"Please, you humble me. I am not as interesting as you might think. I'm happy that I don't repulse you - that is all that matters. Mysterious aura, you say."* He chuckled. *"I understand."* Once she compared him to another, he paused. Could it be - a vampire? That was a lead he was not willing to let go of, yet would not press immediately either way. His heart pulsated a bit faster at the thought of it. A possibility - that the one he reminded her of was part of **That group**. The one he pursued. *"Is that so? Kyuu? What an odd name."* He commented lightly, as if nothing was wrong. *"You seem to like them. What are they like?"*