As they were left alone, she followed Ricco who went over to the kitchen.
"What is that?" she asked when he washed a strangely-looking plant under the flowing water in the faucet.
"Your medicine," he said and went on to put it in a pot for boiling.
"My medicine? That's not really appetizing in the eyes." she peeked at it and squirmed at the boiling green fluid in the pot.
"It's old traditional healing and good for the body. The doctor said you have a low immune system," he explained. "He also remarked you had asthma before."
"Wow. How come he knows even that? I didn't tell anyone before. Not even Maine."
"He's been my personal doctor since I was young." Ricco then washed his hands and dried them with a clean towel hanging near the sink.
"Isn't it forbidden to use a royal physician to treat somebody of no noble birth? And a hybrid if I might add."
