Yolande's morning was a strange one ... things were not quite right, but she could not recognize them, because she was pre-occupied with the strangeness between her and her husband.  She was a little tired, and still quite sensitive, and now also she was nervous, looking around as if Anders might suddenly appear behind her and carry on with what he did last night.  An absurd idea, and yet... she was nervous.  So while she tried to instruct her students, she occasionally lost her place, and fumbled her demonstrations, and once or twice had to be reminded by students what they were doing next.<br/><br/>And through this, of course, she was in no condition to recognize the changes in her students.  Some were concerned, troubled by what she had said yesterday, and needed help working through their thoughts.  But she couldn't give that help - it would be a bold student indeed that approached Yolande herself about those events.  So they turned to Kabuno, or the Priestess, or<br/>Callea, or the mysterious new instructor, or any of the other Kabuno-approved instructors and staff... or to each other.  Those who were most susceptible to influence, were given direction and advice that pushed them further along the path of surrender to their troublesome thoughts and desires.  And those who expressed the greatest dismay, or anger, or concern... they would be first on the list for special instruction that night, and every night until it became too much for them to resist.<br/><br/>She certainly didn't see the kisses, or the groping, where a student cornered another, and pressed a hand against a shirt, or under a skirt, driven by half-memories of the night's dreams.  She didn't even notice the uniforms, now... they had bothered her at first, but now, they were just... normal.  Just the school uniform, that was all.<br/><br/>She been lucky, there'd been no sign of Anders... perhaps he was sleeping right through the morning, after last night's supernatural exertions.  She was glad of some quiet time to each lunch alone, to try to settle her mind... but here was Kabuno joining her.<br/><br/>"Oh yes, classes are fine... fine.  Good."  She heard the Priestess was helping the students, and she nodded vigorously, not guessing that it was anything like what was really happening.  "Oh good, there's none better than her to help students who are... uncomfortable."  Yolande herself was obviously a little uncomfortable, especially at the mention of her husband.  Her cheeks turned red, and she coughed to clear her throat.  "Oh... oh yes, of course he is relieved I am back.  Very, umm... very demonstrative, very anxious to... show me he is glad to have me back."  She blushed more deeply.  "Oh, everything's wonderful, of course.  I worry that he... he was worrying too much while I was away.  I don't think he was eating well, and ... he drank, a little, when I returned.  I hope, Kabuno... I hope I can ask you to keep an eye on him?  I know this isn't your responsibility at all, but as another man... I would take it as a favour, if you would look out for Anders in general, and make sure he is OK."<br/><br/>And then Kabuno revealed his information... information that Yolande was excited at.  "Really!  How wonderful!  I mean... I mean, it's terrible that they are attacking, of course, but..."  How could she say this was a wonderful excuse to run away again, to give Anders a chance to settle down?  To let the memories of yesterday fade, in everyone's minds?<br/><br/>"A small warband... yes, that won't take long at all.  No doubt other adventurers can take care of it, quickly.  But Bilgewater is quite close... probably none could get there before me."  She licked her lips.  "Is this very new information, Kabuno?"<br/><br/>Really, she was glad of any excuse... and this was nearly perfect.  A little time to put other memories behind everyone, and also a chance for Yolande to prove herself again, to replace the stories that must be out there now, with fresh ones of triumph.  "Kabuno... I think it is proper for me to at least take a look.  I can leave right now... right now, no time even to speak with Anders..."  Very convenient.   "If I get there, and other adventurers are already there... I can assist, or leave them to it if they seem strong enough.  And if not, then it's all the more important that I be there, to help those villagers until there is time for other adventurers to arrive."  She rose from her chair, grabbing two pears for the ride.  This felt... very good, and her mind was clear again, for the first time today.  This was what she understood, what she was good at.  And when she came back... everything would be better.