Aunt Lysia used to give Ariadne chocolate when she was feeling ill. It didn't happen very often, because chocolate was even rarer in Valeria than it was in Trench. Still, those were some of her fondest memories. Gentle reminders of the fact that even though Lysia wasn't her blood, she was her kin.

So Ariadne didn't even hesitate to stand up again, going over to her bottomless bag, which she was leaving near the door for just such needs to arise. She knelt down beside it, digging in elbow deep and groping around until she located the small bag of chocolates.

"A long time ago," she said, returning to the bed, "some Elves used to believe that chocolate had medicinal powers. Mostly because it was rare and exotic to them. They figured anything they couldn't grow for themselves had to be magic." Which went to demonstrate their superior attitude about everything. She opened the bag, holding it out to him. "I just think when something tastes this good, it calms you down. Like a warm hug."