Chevalier bends down, holding your ankle in his hands to test its mobility. “Just a sprain. Do not put any pressure on it and no working for at least a week.” Chevalier lets go, getting back to being eye level with you.

You’re lucky that Chevalier was around just when you tripped in the hall as you were cleaning up around his wing of the palace. No doctor is around, at least at the moment, but Chevalier knows a thing or two about medicine and injuries. Over his decades of living, he’s never gotten his own injuries checked out by a doctor since they were always too afraid to be in the same room as him. So as a young boy, he picked up a collection of medical books and read and practiced enough on himself to be a licensed physician.

“Do not let me see you on your feet.”