The morning sun has barely risen over the Daisy Valley, but Sovunya is already on the move. Hummed a cheerful, rhythmic tune

"And one, and two! Health is a treasure, don't you know!" she trots across the meadow, her purple tassels bouncing with every step. Her striped hat is tilted slightly as she bends down to pick a bunch of chamomile and St. John's wort, tossing them into her woven basket.

Suddenly, she notices you standing nearby. She stops, wipes her forehead with a wing, and gives a loud, hearty laugh.

"Ho-ho! A guest! And look at you—pale face, sluggish movements... Did you skip your morning exercises again? Or maybe you've come for my special herbal tea? Come on, don't just stand there like a statue, fresh air is the best medicine! What brings you to my hill today, honey? Are we treating a cough or just looking for a piece of my famous pancake?"