Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 411 --

Cutie blinked. "Because I live with her," he answered simply. "And I touch her a lot."

The sparrow choked. Veer went scarlet. Kaya just stared for a second.

The healer studied Cutie, then nodded. "Sit," he said. "Shirt off."

Cutie obeyed without fuss, perching on the edge of the stone bed. The healer pressed fingers along his throat, over his collarbones, down his ribs. He listened to Cutie’s chest, back, checked his breathing, his pulse. Cutie stayed relaxed, answering every "breathe" and "hold" with soft little "mn" sounds, body loose, no flinching.

"Strong heart," the healer murmured. "Very steady. For a twig, you’re hard to knock down."

Veer scowled. "He gets a compliment?"

The healer ignored him. He checked Cutie’s eyes, tongue, joints, made him squeeze his hand, stand, turn, balance on one foot.

"No damage in the organs," he said. "Whatever he went through before, his body recovered well. Good blood flow. No signs of lingering poison."

Kaya’s eyes narrowed, catching that.

From the side, the sparrow piped up, because he had no shame. "Fertility?"

The healer sighed. "Normal," he said. "More than normal, probably. If anyone lives to an annoying old age, it’ll be this one."

Veer threw his hands up. "So he’s the healthy one now?"

Kaya crossed her arms tighter. "So?"

The healer stepped back. "Physically excellent," he said of Cutie. "No illness. No weakness I can see."

Cutie slid his shirt back on, fingers neat, then dipped his head. "Thank you."

Kaya looked between the two of them—Veer still bristling, Cutie calm and a little pink at the ears.

"Good," she said. "One of you is officially normal."

Veer clutched his chest. "I ’am’ normal."

The sparrow smirked. "Sure. In your own category."

Cutie moved to Kaya’s side, his arm brushing hers as he came to stand there.

"Are you... less worried now?" he asked softly. "About your safety."

Kaya snorted. "For now," she said. "If either of you start coughing blood, I’m dragging you back here."

Kaya’s eyes did a slow sweep over her three idiots.

Veer: sulking, still tugging at his shirt like the healer had stripped his pride, not his clothes.

Cutie: calm on the surface, hands tucked into his sleeves, eyes a little too watchful.

Sparrow: smug that he’d escaped the worst... or so he thought.

Kaya’s gaze landed on him and stayed.

"You," she said.

He flinched. "Me what?"

"Your turn," Kaya replied. "Full checkup."

The sparrow slapped both wings over his chest and lower feathers like he’d just been accused of public indecency.

"Why ’me’?" he squawked. "I am small, innocent, and very fragile!"

Kaya stared at him, unimpressed.

"You live on my table," she said. "You steal food off my plate. You got chased by half the continent. If anyone is carrying something suspicious, it’s you."

He opened his beak, shut it, then tried another angle.

"I refuse," he said dramatically. "I have dignity. And rights. And a very delicate body."

Kaya took one step toward him.

He hopped three steps back.

The healer, who had just reached the doorway with his bag, paused and looked over his shoulder. His eyes slid from Kaya, to the sparrow, to the other two beastmen, then back to Kaya. The silent question was clear: ’Do I need to get involved in this family madness again?’

Kaya jerked her chin toward the stone bed. "Sit him."

Veer grabbed the sparrow by the back of his shirt in one easy swoop. Cutie moved without a word to close off the other side. Between a prince and a rabbit, the sparrow’s escape route vanished. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"You traitors!" he yelped as Veer plunked him down on the stone. "I thought we were oppressed together!"

"You’re noisy," Kaya said. "Open your beak."

He clamped it shut.

Kaya leaned in, smile thin. "You either open it," she said, "or I personally pluck you and find out if your feathers hide mold."

He stared at her, horrified.

Then, very slowly, opened his beak.

The healer stepped back into the cave with a sigh that sounded like it carried a whole career of dealing with idiots. He poked and prodded the sparrow’s chest, pressed his tiny ribs, listened to his heartbeat with one ear.

"Heart fast," he said. "Normal for his size. No wheeze."

He checked the wings, stretching them out. The sparrow hissed when an old scar pulled.

"Healed fractures," the healer muttered. "He’s fallen out of the sky more than once."

"Not my fault," the sparrow grumbled. "People throw things."

The healer tugged his eyelids down, peered in, then lifted his beak to look at his tongue.

"No disease I can see," he concluded. "He’s underfed, loud, and annoying, but physically fine."

Kaya folded her arms.

"Height?" she asked.

All three males froze.

The healer blinked. "Height?"

"Yes," Kaya said, perfectly serious. "Is he going to get taller? Or is this... final form?"

The sparrow slapped his wings over his head. "Why is my ’height’ part of a health check?!"

The healer considered him, then shook his head. "He is an adult sparrow. This is it."

Kaya nodded once, like she’d just been told an important tactical detail. "Good. Easier to throw."

The sparrow clutched his chest. "You barbarian."

Hearing the familiar "barbarian" insult, Kaya turned her head and stared at the sparrow with pure, silent promise to kill if he did not shut up.

He trembled and snapped his beak shut, gaze dropping at once.

She pulled in a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax, then turned back to the healer.

The questions weren’t some random cruelty. In her head, it was simple: she’d already shared a bed and blood with Veer, and it wasn’t "too soon" in that sense. But these damn beastmen had never seen a real needle, never had a full hospital check, no scans, no machines. They lived on instinct and hardy bodies, not on tests and charts. Kaya’s brain, trained in a different world, refused to trust that alone.

What if they were carrying something?