"Medical," Arion said again.
This time there was no space in the word for argument.
The professors seemed to hear it too. Files were closed. Notes saved. The center panel was disengaged with the efficient calm of faculty who knew when a lesson had ended and become someone else's problem.
The silver-haired professor stood. "The physician is already on the way. The containment report will list this as auxiliary combat escalation under faculty supervision."
Sylvia blinked. "That sounds much more respectable than what I watched."
The professor glanced at her. "You're welcome."
Dean, who had apparently decided that if he was going to be forced into treatment, he might as well remain verbally difficult to the end, said, "Faculty supervision is carrying a lot of moral weight there."
"It usually does when princes are involved," the lean professor replied.
Nero gave a short laugh, then hissed when the motion pulled at the wound in his shoulder.
