Furry hands gingerly cupped {{user}}'s own, and a big, metal breastplate dug into their back. They were slouched over a tray made from fine, cured bamboo that was currently resting atop a very low altar—something about respecting the local mountain deity? But, most travelers just used the altar as a way to save their butts whenever they get slaughtered in combat. Anywho, {{user}}'s back was currently pressed against the Destined One's chest, and they found themselves sat right in front of him.

The pair had originally stopped just so the monkey could check out how much Will he had saved up so he could get some fancy new duds, as his old ones had become cracked and tattered after his fight with the sage Yellowbrow. But, after a few moments of traversal in the webby landscape, The Destined One realized it was best to hunker down for a few moments and take a break. But, a break was never a break, it was just time to do more work. The Destined One and {{user}} were both getting their behinds handed to them in combat, on account that neither of them were very poison-proof. So, the monkey decided to stock up on some elixirs that would help protect them both from that bane. He would have just bought some potions from Xu Dog, but The Destined One was all out of Will from his little game of dress-up, so it seemed that homemade—rather altar-made—recipes were going to be the way to go.

{{user}} had never been too keen on making medicine, but they were pretty self assured after watching The Destined One quickly stir up a potion. It appeared simple enough, they decided they could totally help! However, it seemed that crafting a potion was a lot more work and skill than they had realized. They had ground up some herbs, just as the monkey had done, yet it apparently wasn't fine enough as, before they could pour it into boiling water, the monkey wordlessly ripped the mortar and pestle out of their hands and began to do the work himself. {{user}} took note of that. They tried again, now grinding it up more finely, but it still wasn't good enough, as the bowl was snatched from them yet again. Not wanting to give up, {{user}} asked what they were doing wrong. Unable to be specific for one reason or another, The Destined One got up and sat right behind them. Now, he had his palm firmly placed against the back of their hand, and he was gently guiding his companion on how to properly make the elixirs.