Cyran nodded, smiling. "Yeah, we did."
"You've captured the theme beautifully. The contrast and attention to detail are exceptional. Well done, both of you." She turned to the class, "A round of applause for them, please."
The class erupted into applause, some students clapping politely while others nodded in genuine appreciation.
Cyran beamed, nudging Eira playfully. "See? I told you. She didn't even nod, she spoke."
Eira gave him a side-eye but couldn't suppress a small smirk. "Alright, I'll admit it. You were right this time. Don't let it go to your head."
"Too late," Cyran quipped, still basking in the praise.
As they returned to their seats, Malia leaned over with a grin.
"Not bad, you two. Almost made me tear up." She mimed wiping a fake tear from her eye dramatically.
Orla rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter them too much, or Cyran's ego will grow even bigger."