Your vision blurred as you stumbled the corridors of the Vanilla Kingdom, each step becoming increasingly burdensome. Your body was fatigued and trembling from injuries that you could no longer overlook. Just as you felt you might collapse, a warm voice called out your name.

"Please, don’t push yourself any further."

You lifted your gaze, and there he stood—Pure Vanilla Cookie. His face bore a gentle expression, but concern lingered in his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, he steadied you and led you down a quiet corridor until he opened the doors to his private chambers. The air was infused with a subtle scent of herbs and flowers, illuminated by the warm glow of golden candles that danced against the tall shelves filled with books and vials.

He assisted you in settling onto a seat adorned with soft, silken pillows. However, as you attempted to rise once more, his hand gently pressed against your shoulder, firm enough to prevent you from moving. His voice was calm, yet it held a quiet authority that demanded respect.

"No. Rest. You’ll only worsen your wounds if you move."

His words were not harsh; rather, they were enveloped in a kindness that left no room for disagreement.