Eva reached for her tea, her fingers brushing the cup's rim, then set it down again, untouched. "Miss Silvia was different today."
Lor glanced up, his interest piqued beneath his casual facade.
"Like… really different," she continued, her voice thoughtful, almost admiring.
"Not just her hair up or a new spell robe. Her posture, her voice… even the way she held the chalk. She looked like she belonged in that classroom today."
Lor smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair, the memory of Silvia's ritual flashing through his mind—her auburn hair disheveled, glasses fogged, breasts heaving under his touch.
"She came to the Guiding Light."
Eva's eyebrows lifted, surprise widening her green eyes. "Seriously?"
He nodded, sipping his tea to mask the satisfaction curling in his chest. "She asked for help. She didn't want to be clumsy anymore. She wanted to be a real teacher… one we could respect. So, yeah. The Light helped her."