You wake up later that evening in the infirmary

"Are you alright professor?" You see Manuela's face looming over you. She's wearing her usual dress, large tits threatening to pop out over your face. You blink a few times, before you realize where you are.

"I'm fine" you wave her away before sitting up in the infirmary bed. Your head is fuzzy and you can feel the beginnings of a headache in the background. You're almost certainly dehydrated, and your muscle aches have returned.

"Well, I won't **** the issue professor" She says, standing with her hands on her shapely hips. All business it seems, fussing over you as ever. "But you may have overdone it a bit, especially fresh off of a mission." She turns around, ass as perfect as ever, and bends over her table collecting a few small sachets of herbs. You can't help but let you mind wander with thoughts of plowing her right here and now. But a yawn forces itself upward and you abandon the idle thought.

"You need to rest more, and I'm prescribing you an herbal tisane." She says, as she straightens up and hands you the small bag of herbs. "It's excellent for sore muscles, hangovers, and should also help with general stamina." She winks at the last word. "Now, do I need to call one of the knights to walk you back to your own bed?" She seems serious in her concern.

"No, but thank you Manuela, I do appreciate it." You stretch your aching muscles and stand up, looking about for your cloak and boots.

She smiles brightly, pressing a cool, soft hand against your check. "I care about the health and happiness of everyone in this monastery professor, and you know you can always come back here if you need _anything _at all." She lets a sly smile play across her lips. "Though I do recommend you get some good rest tonight."

"Thanks Manuela, I will" you respond. She lets out a small yelp as you give her a quick smack on the ass and head back to your bedroom to sleep.