For one unwelcome moment, Celia wondered why someone like him had not been made commander.
The thought corrected itself almost immediately.
Liam could move people through pressure, practicality, and the threat of consequences. Sheila could hold people together. Those were not the same. Liam was suited to a small group running through danger with no time for feelings. Sheila was suited to keeping a hundred tired, frightened, proud second-years from turning into competing pieces. Liam might get things done, but he would not make people believe they belonged in the structure he created.
Celia looked down through the shifting leaves.
