She approaches them with a calm, radiant smile. “You,” she says to Lex, head tilting as she inspects him. “You’re the protector, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” He blinks, checking everyone else for our reactions. “You can see what?” Odette reaches up to cup his cheek, nodding. “An old, fierce soul.” The words themselves might as well be a hug for how stunned he looks at hearing them, a quiet, tender emotion on his face.
