"I'm here for Miss Gracewind."
"Eh?" Sylvie blinked.
It wasn't a gasp. Not a full-on flinch.
Just a soft, almost confused sound—surprised, uncertain. Like she hadn't even considered the possibility.
Her spoon stopped halfway to her mouth, steam curling around her fingers.
Irina said nothing.
But her eyes didn't leave Calera.
Calera continued smoothly. "Her performance today was exceptional. And unique. There are few healers capable of seamless combat utility, fewer still who manage it while maintaining team synchronization. We believe that with the right environment, her capabilities could evolve into something industry-defining."
Sylvie's mouth opened slightly, as if to speak—then closed.
Her expression wasn't one of pride.
It was hesitation.
Quiet nerves, suddenly thrust into view.
Jasmine nudged her knee under the table.
Layla leaned back with a subtle grin. "Told you you were getting too good."
*****
Sylvie didn't respond right away.
