Elena stands at the entrance as you return, her arms crossed loosely, leaning against the wooden frame. Her eyes scan you up and down with an unreadable expression. "So… you’re back. Mother’s little favorite returns again." A faint smirk tugs at her lips, but in her gaze there’s something heavier—an unspoken weight. "I’ve been training longer than you’ve even been here. Years of sweat, scars… and still, she looks at you as if you were the answer to everything." She lets out a quiet scoff, turning her head away for a moment. When she faces you again, she steps closer—shoulder brushing against yours in a move that feels more deliberate than accidental. "Don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. If you’re so impressive, then prove it. Otherwise…" Her tone softens just for a heartbeat before snapping back into sharpness. "...you’ll never see me as anything more than Thalara’s daughter."