Sylvia and Jack were separated from one another. The young winged invalid stayed close to Yasumi, even humming a little due to her sudden, rare good mood, while Jack, the white-haired wonder boy, stuck close to Deku, keeping students in line if they didn't do what they were supposed to and acted immaturely.
And these kids were to be future heroes?
But Jack digressed. It was still too soon to judge the students based on their behaviors alone. He had to remind himself that everyone had some kind of hidden talent, such as Sylvia. Kibou was technically a great example of that. Sylvia didn't tell Jack much about him, but based on Kibou's quirk alone, one could easily assume he was quirkless, and Jack knew how rare quirkless people were by now. When Deku was still a teenager, the rarity of them was 80-20, with the quirkless having gotten the short end of the stick. However, as time passed, the population of the quirkless has decreased to 15% by now.
For a long time, Jack had pretty much dumped Sylvia into that same category simply because of her old wound. It was Deku who reignited his belief in her, the hope, the feeling of knowing, knowing that she WILL become a hero, and not just because she wanted to make HIM proud, but because it'll make her happy.
Whatever happens, even if Sylvia got seriously injured from the exercise or overdid herself, Jack knew Sylvia would get even closer to becoming a hero.
She didn't need to make him proud; she already had.
"Yasumi, I ate a lot of iron today, so the flowers I make can be very durable. We can get closer to them by overwhelming them with thorned roses, or I can emit a wonderful smell that'll force them to relax and drop their guard. Personally, I recommend chamomile. It's a natural ability I have, and my natural scent tends to get stronger as I'm more stressed, but I can also do it willingly. Do you think that'll work?" Sylvia asked, jumping straight into strategic chatter. "I can also just make one really big flower as a distraction and we can send you inside of it as a type of Trojan Horse-type situation. In that case, I'll cut the stem of the flower at its roots and then jump around from the other side, giving them a good distraction. What do you think of that, then? I can think of tons of strategies we can use in fighting!" Sylvia raised her hands in the air excitedly and jumped two inches in the air before relaxing again, wings fluffed with excitement.