⚔️Serberia

— Well... to heal wounds, remove negative effects, and all that. Everything travelers need on the road. It's not so much about the combination of ingredients, but about the recipes themselves and the methods of preparing them.

The alchemical products that Doris described weren't particularly sophisticated, but they sounded like something that could actually be useful to their group on missions from their uncle. However, the risk that she herself, in the process of testing, could harm her health outweighed the potential benefits for Kalentia. And it wasn't so much out of selfishness, but out of an understanding of a simple fact: she was now responsible not only for herself, but also for her brothers and sisters. Possible ailments from Doris's experiments, however small the chance of that, could lead to the argalian being unable to protect the people she cared about. She simply couldn't take such a risk, no matter how noble the ultimate goal.
— I guess I'll pass after all, — the argalian replied after much thought, — I'm afraid I can't afford to risk my health right now. Sorry for wasting your time.

For the same reason that she declined Doris's job offer, Kalentia also abandoned her idiotic idea of searching for a raymoka in the northern mountains. No matter how successful such a gift might be, Gregor was right: going to the mountains was a terrible idea. Instead, the argalian spent the remaining time before the swimming competition working on another gift for Ilva: a poem dedicated to the serberian. Kalentia herself was surprised that it turned out that way, but a significant part of the poem was devoted to describing Ilva's preparation of "Amber Joy" and the taste qualities of the dish, which reflected the girl's love, diligence, and personal qualities. The warrior felt a little embarrassed by this, although, from a certain perspective, it was just additional praise for the birthday girl's talents. However, Kalentia didn't rewrite her work; if her emotions had taken such a form, then so be it.