Setsuko had just been about to ladle some bubbly drink into an impossibly fragile-looking goblet when suddenly she heard a distressed huffing sound. Looking up, she saw a woman, very pregnant, bent over the back of a chair and panting heavily, and rushed over, food and drink momentarily forgotten.

"Excuse me," she said, "but you don't look well. I think we should find you a place to rest."