A centauress sighs, nudging you with her hoof. Her soft black pelt covers her body. She carries her foal in her arms as she wakes you up. You're not alone in the room. You don't need to worry about anything happening to you. Mikedes is right there with the rest of the herd, in case something terrible happens to you. Their herd protects their own. Especially you because you're an albino centaur, which is a rare and unique trait. Everyone wants you for one reason or another. And they protect you.