Pratt coughs, drawing our attention back to her. "Thanks for coming for me."
"How is she?" Princess Ariana jets over. The princess is dressed similarly to Salva and her guard, with a tangle of thick green seaweed covering her breasts, lining her hips and dipping to cover the junction between her thighs.
"Princess Ariana, wait!" Salva calls. "You must be careful! If your mother knew you were here..."
Mae rushes over behind them, in her own black suit. We all peer down at Pratt, just as the rest of the boys arrive.
"Everyone okay?" Tucker asks.
"You are bleeding!" Princess Ariana exclaims, examining a deep red gash across his chest. She presses her hand to his suit and he turns rigid.
"It's not bad..." Tucker watches her with wide eyes.
"We can fix that," she looks up, her own breath catching under his gaze.
"Yes, back at headquarters," Sampson interrupts. He turns to Chancellor Keller who's joining us again. "My apologies again, Chancellor. I'm sorry it had to come to this."