The system remained silent, but Liria could practically feel its smugness as she made her way back to class. She clutched her notebook tightly, her thoughts swirling around Principal Seraphis and the cryptic, loaded conversation they'd just had. It felt as though she'd stepped into a battlefield without realizing it, and every word exchanged had been a carefully placed strike.
Why did she care so much about my connection to Daena? And what was all that about knowing what I want?
[Observation: Principal Seraphis may harbor unresolved emotions regarding Daena. This could manifest as protective or adversarial behavior toward you. Proceed with caution.]
Thanks for the obvious, Liria thought, annoyed.
When she finally reached her classroom, Enara was waiting by the door, arms crossed and looking unimpressed. "Took you long enough. Did she eat you alive or something?"
