"Where are you taking her? If you're heading to the Elves… you clearly don't understand how unreasonable they can be to outsiders. There's a real chance they might see her as a bargaining chip, maybe even take her as a hostage. Instead of helping, you might end up putting her in even more danger."
Nichole took a step forward, his voice firm yet not aggressive—measured, like someone trying to guide rather than command.
"Just stay here. As the Principal of this academy… I'll take full responsibility and personally negotiate with them."
Myra finally spoke up as well. The overwhelming pressure that had been weighing down the room gradually receded, as if the Saints were pulling back their power like a tide returning to sea.
"It's true," she said with a calm seriousness. "If you travel with her in her current state, there's a real risk her condition could worsen beyond control."
Meanwhile, Mark was quietly observing, thoughts swirling beneath his composed expression.
