In the castle.
"How's he fairing?"
The queen had just entered into the castle and walked straight to where the Professor was lain. Her face was smothered, her sense of responsibility very much alive. Ella took note of how distressed she was, and probably would use it against the Professor whenever he did wake up. Of course, whether or not he did survive the pain.
"I've given him a sleeping draught. I had to sew the cut. Didn't know that it was that little deep. But in few hours from now, he would be back and healthy. You do not need worry yourself, her majesty."
The healer assured her as she got to him. She wanted so much to touch him, if at all on the chest or so, but she held it back for the fueling of her ego. And that didn't escape the sight of the keen Ella.
"You do not need be so worried. The healer would not give false hope if there was nothing to hold unto."
