Bennett’s duties in the infirmary while she settled the estate. Mia was concerned about the injured students she’d seen, but for some reason the college was keeping it very quiet. Even Vivian hadn’t heard anything…or if she had she hadn’t passed it along. Professor Ronan was a man of middling years whose most defining features were a pair of bushy, expressive eyebrows and an enormous stomach that entered the room well before he did. The class was very full, and for the first time since Sight, it was largely populated by females. The professor smiled as he walked in the room. “All right class. Settle down.” His voice was surprisingly gentle for such a large man. “As I’m sure most of you know our class was delayed by the unfortunate demise of one of the teachers. Even though we’ve had a late start we’re going to try to make it through the syllabus as is. I realize that this will be difficult, but better to lose a few students than to send the rest of you on to intermediate healing unprepared. So!
