“Ah, ah. Don’t move quickly or it’ll upset your stomach.” The world is blurry, slowly coming into focus. I’m in a quiet infirmary, the air filled with the scent of spices. “I suppose you’ll have to sit up to swallow. Here, slowly now.” Light pink hair, like the sky after sunset, comes into view. I’m being cared for by a Foxian doctor. “Open your mouth, this should perk you up.” He smiles, offering a herbal remedy.