Track down Edelgard

"Why don't you two go on ahead, I'm going to go make sure Edelgard is okay."

Dorothea gives you a knowing smile. "You go make sure the princess is okay then." She mimes a blowjob as she turns to follow Ingrid down to the beach.

You watch her go for a moment, appreciating the way her skirt accentuates the movement of her hips before turning back towards the camp. After wandering around for a moment you hear a voice from the other side of the mess tent.

"Ferdinand! That's not what I. Arggg!" Edelgard stalks around the corner of the tent, fists balled up in frustration.

"Oh Professor!" She blinks as she spots you. "I hope you didn"t- It's nothing to worry about." She puts a hand to her temple and gently rubs it.

"Everything okay there Edelgard?" You step closer to her.

"Everything is fine! It's fine." She doesn't sound particularly convinced, pausing awkwardly for a moment. "Professor... I'm not... You don't think I'm frigid do you?" Her pale lavender eyes look at you searchingly.

"Frigid? What's this about?" You cock your head.

"Nothing. It's nothing. Just-" she pauses, biting her lip. "I've always been so driven by my duty, I've not really ever considered, well, romance. Not that I wouldn't like to, but I've got to consider my duties to the Empire."

"Where is this coming from?" You ask, worried that the answer was probably Ferdinand.

"Not- well- um." She pauses and stammers, seemingly mulling over a decision in her head. "It's not like I've never done it. I just don't really have time for all that- that stuff. Certainly not back at the monastery, or when I'm on official Imperial business." Her pale cheeks flush slightly. " But, I guess we're sort of on vacation here. That's not really something I've ever had the luxury of, at least not since I was little." Her eyes drop in memory, before she nods to herself and a fire appears in her pale eyes. "I'm going to have sex here, professor." She states, blunter than a warhammer.

You pause, blinking slowly, taken aback by the sudden declaration.

She nods to herself. "Yes. I'm going to have sex with someone today." She glances up, remembering that you are there, and blushes immediately. "Um, n-n-not that it has to be you professor. Or um, anyone in particular." She stammers again, suddenly unwilling to make eye contact and fidgeting with the ruffles of her bra.