Let Helmid speak to Matthieu "alone"

"Thank you, my squire. This mirror you've gifted me is quite excellent-- we can catch up in minutes, without so much as sending a letter! I really am tickled pink," Helmid thanked you once more, squeezing your hand. Once she released it, you saw her flash a strange gesture. Instead of resting it upon her lap, she pointed a few times, signaling towards one corner of her room, next to her dresser. You thought perhaps she wanted you to grab something for her, but the moment you'd reached the spot, she changed her hand to a thumbs up.

When you made to exit again, she shook her head slightly, and her finger then pointed downward a few times in succession. Was she telling you to stay put? That was the best you could understand for now.

"The squire seems a bit jumpy, even now," the recruit commander pointed out, stroking his chin thoughtfully. You could just barely see him from your vantage point, but you thought he was assuming you'd left the room.

Helmid did nothing to dissuade him of that mistaken assumption. "Oh, don't be hard on him. I'd be terrified to meet the squire who is so comfortable with his lot that you don't put at least a spot of fear in him," she chuckled. "You only have yourself to blame if he seems to be a bundle of nerves."

"True enough," he growled. "I'm the medicine and you're the spoonful of honey, eh? Your sweetness will make my tough instruction over these years go down easier. Each to our own role, I suppose."

The woman smiled sadly. "Matthieu... You should be honest with yourself-"

"I know, I know. We've been through enough times already," he barked back, looking irritable and sounding even more so. "I'll... try, Helmid. I'll try. But give me time."

You noticed something curious, as you watched the lover's spat continue to play out. Helmid was still pointing her finger downward, trying to urge you to do something. Experimentally, you crouched down to your knees. She nodded slightly, then continued pointing. You got all the way down on all fours. A strange sparkle came into her eyes as she changed the gesture, now beckoning you towards her by curling one finger, still out of sight of the mirror.

You got the sense she wanted you to be as well... and you also got the sense that she wasn't planning to stop this with you kneeling just out of sight of the mirror. As you experimentally moved, out of sight, she just kept urging you to come closer and closer.

This probably wouldn't stop until you were between her legs. You thought as much because you realized now that she'd hiked up her sleeping gown on the front, hidden behind the vanity. There was no sign of chainmail, no leggings, no panties. Her sex was bare, with a neat and trim V of fiery orange pubic hair right above it. That intersection between her legs was where she wanted you.

"It's not that I dislike the boy. He was a fine student. Hell, he was one of the best students that's ever come through the academy. If the prophecy needs a hero, I see not why it needs the next generation. Squires of the present, like Vin, are the salt that ought to make that pillar," the recruit commander continued.

"It is not ours to question Geod's wisdom," Helmid reminded him, repeating her favorite adage. Her finger continued curling, urging you forward while her legs parted even wider, indecently exposing the creamy skin of her thighs and her pussy's waiting lips to you.