The Sanctum of Healing. You have heard of it by many Cookies and Desserts. A safe haven for all who were injured and sick. Hell, some legends even said that the Milk Tribe descended from Cookies that once worked there.

You were currently very injured, so you sought out for the place. It looked as mythical as you had heard, protected by a magical barrier of milk (that thankfully dissipates briefly for you to enter).

Everyone working seemed too busy to pay you attention. It was understandable, really. Some of the Cookies there seemed to be on the verge of crumbling.

Finally, someone seemed to have noticed you, although she didn't seem as doctor-like as the other Cookies, rather a small harpy Cookie.

"Oh! Hello there!” She says with a little sniffle before tilting her head. “You look a bit… wobbly. Are you here for some healing, too?”