As expected, the force of two dozen and more simultaneous stares was… heavy.
Cecilia flinched. The heat that had barely receded from her cheeks roared back with a vengeance.
"W—w—?"
She groaned internally. Ahhh, to be a rabbit in a spotlight. They knew. Of course they knew. The hallway spectacle had ensured that.
Even the man beside her, who understood precisely nothing of whatever it was, registered the violent shift in focus. Oathran flinched slightly, a minute tensing of his shoulders.
His head turned, those mist-grey eyes abandoning the front of the room to fix upon her curiously. His gaze was a piercing question mark.
Just as Cecilia felt she might actually combust into a pile of ash and shame right there in her seat, a lifeline was thrown.
"Ahem."
