Kaelira's eyes found his.
Quinlan's breath stalled.
A faint outline of deep, demonic red traced the edges of her irises, so subtle it could have been mistaken for a trick of the lab's flickering light. But it wasn't. The color pulsed once, and something in Quinlan's core responded before his mind caught up.
A pull.
Not physical, not mana-based, but something deeper that tugged at the space behind his sternum as if an invisible thread had been drawn taut between them. His Abyssal Genesis markings warmed beneath his clothes, reacting to whatever was happening to her.
"What's going on?" he asked, frowning.
Kaelira looked down at her own hands. She turned them over slowly, flexing her fingers, watching the way her muscles responded. Then she looked back up at him with her ears angled forward and her lips slightly parted.
"It says I'm... buffed."
She swallowed.
"From consuming your seed. Or rather... its extract."
