You wake up from a dreamless sleep to muted, steady beeping. As you groggily open your eyes, you find yourself lying in bed in a room you do not recognize. Confused, you take a quick look around.

A mix of rectangular furnishing and metallic machinery asserts that you are still in Midgard. By the far wall, a large snowy window overlooks a fair blue sky, from which warm sunlight beams in.

To your left, Moonflower sits fast asleep at your bedside, head resting upon her signature cap. And to your right, a familiar cleric turns to look over in your direction, the rustling of covers having caught her attention.

Florette: “Oh, Trailblazer! You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

You try to sit up, but a painful weakness in your abdomen makes you think twice about it. You decide to lie still for now, and ask Florette where you are.

Florette: “You’re in Elysia’s hospital. You were gravely wounded in battle, and have been resting here for a couple of days. Fortunately, it seems like you’ll be making a full recovery.”

As you take a moment to hazily recall the events that landed you here, your eyes drift over to the younger bat pony.

Florette: “We’ve offered Moonflower her own bed, but she’s refused to leave your side for more than a moment at a time.”

You can’t help but feel sorry for making your friend worry, though to hear of her profound loyalty brings a sympathetic smile to your face. You ask Florette about what you’ve missed while you were out.

Florette: “Well, much has happened, that much is certain, though I suspect you will learn all about that in due time. Most importantly, the king is gone, along with the monsters. I suppose we have you and the knights to thank for that.”

You sigh in relief as you hear that you were victorious after all. You ask if she knows where the rest of your friends are.

Florette: “I believe Apple Basket and Smoke volunteered to help with the restoration effort. While, by some miracle, no lives were lost that night, some buildings did suffer a great deal of damage — the Cathedral most of all.”

Moonflower’s ears twitch as the conversation slowly stirs her awake. After some yawning and stretching, her big, curious eyes meet your own.

Moonflower: “(gasp) Blazer! You’re awake!”

In an instant, the joyous bat pony showers you with gentle yet passionate nuzzles. You greet her good morning, and gladly return her affection.

Florette: “Moonflower has been a great help with brewing up all kinds of medicine. I’ve never seen anything so potent before. I dare say, we’ll be adding some her recipes to our own.”

You thank Moonflower for lending the clerics a hoof, and for watching over you all of this time.

Moonflower: “Yuh uh! I got super scared when I saw how badly you got hurt. I wasn’t there when it happened, so I wanted to make sure I was gonna be there when you woke up.”

Florette: “And now that you have, do you feel well enough to walk? If so, we could make a trip to the canteen, and get you some fresh air. Otherwise, I can bring your breakfast here, and let your other friends know to come visit.”

At the mention of food, your stomach growls loudly. It feels like a lifetime ago since you’ve last eaten.