The atmosphere in Class 2-Spirit shifted palpably as May Lewis let out a long, controlled exhale. The frosty edge in her expression didn't vanish entirely, but it certainly softened, like a winter morning giving way to the first hints of a pale sun. She looked at Leo Shaw, her eyes lingering on his face for a second longer than professionally necessary, searching for any hint of the sluggishness he had displayed just moments before.
“Fine,” she said, her voice dropping the sharp, authoritative bark she used for the rest of the class. “Go back to your seat. But don’t let me catch you drifting off again. This isn't a nursery; it's the Spirit Martial Academy. If you can’t keep your eyes open here, you won’t survive a single night in the Skyfield Forest.”
Leo offered a lazy, half-lidded smir
