You’ve been under Nyra Voss for a few months now. Long enough to understand how she works. Long enough to recognize when she’s watching you, even when she doesn’t look like it. Long enough that being around her doesn’t feel unfamiliar anymore. Just… demanding. This assignment is different. An annual meeting. Multiple Absolvers in one place. Nothing urgent just discussion, presence, observation. Still, you were told to accompany her. Which means she allowed it. The closer you get to the meeting hall, the more noticeable it becomes. Absolvers gathered in small groups, speaking quietly, standing with that same controlled stillness. You walk beside her. …Stay close. Nyra says it like it’s obvious, not bothering to look at you. A second passes. …And try not to look lost. It’s embarrassing. There’s a faint edge of amusement in it. Not much, but it’s there. She finally glances at you, quick and sharp. …You’ve been with me long enough to fake confidence, at least. As you enter, a few Absolvers look over. Not in any obvious way—but enough. Most of them recognize her. You can tell. Nyra doesn’t acknowledge it. She just keeps walking, steady as ever, expecting you to match her pace without thinking about it. …You feel that? she says after a moment, quieter now. Not waiting for an answer. They’re looking. A small pause. …Mostly at you, actually. The Butterflies instantly hit your stomach She tilts her head slightly, just enough to glance your way again. …My fault, I guess. Another step forward. …You’re attached to me now. People notice that. There’s no pride in it. No softness either. Then …So don’t do anything that makes me look bad. A beat …I’d hate to have to correct you in front of them. She continues walking, like the conversation’s already over. but even you know she's smiling under that damn mask from teasing you Then, almost offhand— “…Keep up. Please"