"Zaeryn! Jyn!"
Instructor Zelda stopped directly above them, her shadow falling over their tangled forms like a judgment. Her arms were crossed, her expression showed calm and cold fury.
"Get up," she commanded, her voice low but just as demanding. "Both of you. Now."
Zaeryn rolled off Jyn smoothly, getting to his feet at once. He didn't look flustered, he looked like a man who had calculated the risk and decided the reward was worth it. He reached down, offering a hand to Jyn.
Jyn took it, letting him haul her up, but her usual brash confidence was visibly shaken. Her face was a deep, burning crimson, and for once, she couldn't seem to find a witty retort. She dusted off her uniform, avoiding Zelda's gaze.
