She looked at the headmistress. The headmistress looked back at her with an expression that said very clearly that the conversation was over and the healing would continue. The healer swallowed, nodded, and went back to work on Abrian's arm in silence.
"Come along, Professor." The headmistress steered him toward the second bed, at the far side of the hall behind a hanging curtain, and pulled the curtain closed along its rail with a firm snap. "He needs to lie down. He has lost blood."
"Don't peek," she told the others through the curtain. "Let him sleep. I have some things to discuss with him. Privately."
The princess and the dwarf and the healer all nodded obediently, and the hall went quiet except for the soft green hum of the healing weave.
Behind the curtain, the moment it closed, a hand landed on the headmistress's rear and grabbed a full greedy fistful of her thick ass.
She trembled.
