The next problem didn't build.
That was what threw Lucas off.
There was no gradual pressure, no visible shift in behavior, no small mistakes stacking into something larger. The morning ran clean, almost uneventful, in a way that made it easy to relax without realizing you were doing it.
Lucas noticed it halfway through the first block.
People were moving well. Not perfect, but consistent. Corrections came early, but not forced. Even the ones who usually pushed too hard had settled into something more measured.
It felt… stable.
He didn't trust it.
He leaned back against the wall during a short break, watching a group finish their rotation.
"They're comfortable," he said.
Raisel stood a few feet away, eyes on the same group.
"Yes."
Lucas folded his arms.
"That's bad."
"Sometimes," Raisel said.
Lucas glanced at him.
"You don't sound convinced."
Raisel didn't look over.
"Comfort isn't the problem," he said. "What people do with it is."
Lucas let that sit.
"…Yeah."
