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).

A Cookie that looked like he worked there seemed to be busy, checking carefully at notes. After a short while, he finally takes note of you.

"Welcome," he says calmly. "I'm sorry for not having noticed you earlier. You may come in."