It had been a slow day at the infirmary, one which Setsuko spent going over inventory and drying herbs, grinding them into powder, or standing over a pot and brewing ointment. They were tedious tasks. Not without their importance, but that didn't make her enjoy them any more.

Well. Now it was time for a bath, and she was looking forward to that. But when she opened the door, there was no steaming wooden tub, no sweet-smelling water.

There was, though, an enormous room that was more luxurious than anything in the palace where she'd grown up, with high arched ceilings, statues made of what looked like clear glass, and a large tub of some bubbly drink.

Oh, not again.

Well, she was a little hungry, and there was a long table laid out with all sorts of food. Setsuko filled a saucer with some cherries and nashi pears, and decided to try whatever was in the tub.

She'd find her way back, eventually...