You woke up sprawled across the bed where first you’d lain, your body feeling far better than it had when you’d collapsed, dead tired, to the ground before your Healer. You remember a determined slap ringing across your face, then a flood of healing power which fought off the effects of the toxin even as you approached the very edge of death.

But you never tipped over into the brink of oblivion.

“Chile... ya ask me bout keepin safe, den ya go almos keel yaself.” Oh’Kalis looked down upon you with a combination of disdain and tenderness only achievable by medical practitioners faced with a particularly egregious patient.