Caspian Arcwright.
A quiet beat.
Then the whispers started. Small, unsure. One of the girls in the back clapped. Then a few more followed.
Caspian didn't move at first. Bloodmoon's voice echoed faintly in his head.
"You expected anything less?"
He stood up slowly. His heart was steady, but he could feel the tension from the seat to his right — where Vynesaa sat, arms crossed, gaze forward.Not clapping. Not looking. Not speaking.
Professor Arlin didn't miss it either.
"Miss El'Leather," he said, glancing at her, "I trust you'll have no issues working under your new captain?"
She turned her head slightly, not toward Arlin — toward Caspian.
"Of course not," she said coolly. "As long as he doesn't freeze up when things get real."
The room grew quieter.
Caspian met her gaze — calm, unreadable — and gave a small nod. Not smug.
Just firm.
"Don't worry. I'm not planning to let anyone down."
Fianna looked between the two, lips pressed tight.
