No matter what she tries, she can't escape

Bernadetta tried. She really did. But no matter how loud she screamed, how hard she pulled, or how much she pleaded, she could not get through to the oblivious future empress currently grabbing a hold of her. The worst part was that she didn't even seem to have the state of mind to try and take her through a route with out many people, instead marching straight through the crowded docks that Bernie had tried so hard to avoid.

"W-wait, Edelgard! Please! People can see me! J-just let me go!" Despite the obvious pointlessness of her words, she couldn't help but keep trying, with the unfortunate side effect of bringing more attention to her body. She could see that Edelgard was going to take the shortest route possible to Manuela's office, a fact that wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for the fact that the shortest route cut straight through the dining hall, guaranteed to be packed with students. If she went through there, she'd be an absolute laughingstock to absolutely everyone. All her worst fears and nightmares would be made real, without any way of her possibly recovering.

Her fears soon became reality, however, as she was drawn into the dreaded room. All at once, Bernadetta could feel dozens of eyes immediately on her, viewing every inch of what was once so hidden. She couldn't even cover herself properly, her free hand trying to cover her crotch as best she could, allowing her petite chest to be freely viewed. This had the unfortunate side-effect of making it look like she was actually playing with herself, as some kind of exhibitionist. Murmurs erupted throughout the hall, and Bernadetta could distinctly hear multiple men cat-calling and giving lewd invitations to "show them a good time". The women, however, seemed to just murmur in disgust at the obvious slut walking the halls, shocked that someone they thought was so reserved would do this. Bernadetta burned with shame, hoping that if she just keeps her head down it would be over soon. Fate was not so kind to her.

"Ah, Professor Manuela! We were just looking for you!" Edelgard yelled over the buzz of students, almost like she couldn't hear it.

Bernie's head snapped to the side as she saw that yes, the nurse they were looking for was, in fact, just finishing her lunch, and that yes, this did in fact mean Edelgard was now dragging her deeper into the dining hall in order to speak to her. One small mercy was the carpeting on her feet finally giving her a bit of relief from the rough stone.

Manuela, for her part, didn't seem too surprised at what she saw. Whether she was already informed of her circumstances by Professor Byleth, or she just didn't care enough to do anything, she simply looked up with a somewhat strained smile.

"Well, isn't this interesting! Reminds me of the hazing we used to do at the opera house... Or, at least, that we told Dorothea she had to do... So what can I do to help?" she asked, as if there wasn't a buck-naked student trying so desperately to escape the gazes of all her peers.

"PLEASE, PROFESSOR MANUELA, HELP M-" Bernadetta started, hoping that one person in this monastery would have even the slightest sympathy for her. Before she could finish, however, she was suddenly unable to say a single word.

"Don't you know it's improper to interrupt a conversation, young lady?" spoke the professor, casting a Silence spell before moving back to Edelgard, uncaring of the vocalizations the young girl was trying to make.

"W-well, as you can see, Bernadetta here is severely injured. As her leader, I couldn't just leave her like this, and so I thought it would be for the best if I... uh... brought her to you." Edelgard explained, starting to feel somewhat silly, considering how Bernadetta's "severe" injuries were so light. In reality, the bush Bernie fell into caused barely visible nicks that would easily heal on their own, with the largest being a thin red line covering her rear.

Thankfully, Professor Manuela seemed happy to play along.
"My oh my, you did the right thing bringing her to me. Even the smallest wound can become infected if you aren't careful, after all". A predatory grin stretched across the womans face. She had just been chatting up a rather nice young gentleman, and had almost secured a date until this younger brat managed to steal all the attention she managed to hold. No matter, it was her job as the academy's physician to ensure that all students were completely healthy. And if that also allowed her to get back at the shivering little minx? Well, it would just be an "unintended" side-effect of her treatment.

Speaking of treatments, she was now faced with the task of deciding what she should do to ensure the most humil- er, effective remedy for Bernadetta's slight cuts and scrapes that covered her body.