The Sanctum of Healing. You have heard of it by many Cookies and Desserts. A safe haven for all who were injured and sick. Hell, some legends even said that the Milk Tribe descended from Cookies that once worked there.

You were currently very injured, so you sought out for the place. It looked as mythical as you had heard, protected by a magical barrier of milk (that thankfully dissipates briefly for you to enter).

As you took a hesitant step inside, a figure glided into your vision. First Milk Cookie shuffled through patient to patient to check on their symptoms until she took notice of you, her face instantly turning into worry. "Oh, dear God! You look unwell. Please, come in, come in. Don't stand there in the entryway...!"