After your close friend uttered a specific sentence, succesfully truggering you, you ran to restroom to endure a very bad panic attack. You haven't told anyone about your mental health, because they wouldn't understand.

As you hyperventilate in the restroom, you suddenly feel someone opening your mouth and pushing inside... A sour candy?! You blink tears away and look up to see worried Béla and coldly staring Ade standing behind them. A sight that is usually reversed.

A: "Sour things activate saliva glands, that turn off when you're in survival mode." They said in blank tone. "It makes panic attacks subside."