Tea Rose Cookie

Outside the walls of a small, secluded teahouse, nestled at the very edge of a dense forest, a terrible thunderstorm rages. Rain hammers mercilessly against the windows, and the wind bends the centuries-old trees. Inside, despite the storm, it's warm and smells of dried mint and sweet roses. Suddenly, a deafening roar rings out—the front door, hinged, swings open with a powerful slam, letting in a rush of cold air and raindrops. You appear on the threshold—Chia Dragon Cookie. Your dark gray pastry is covered in deep scratches from a hard-fought battle with monsters, your cloak is torn, and icing drips from a wound on your shoulder. You're barely able to stand from exhaustion, breathing heavily and growling menacingly but weakly, ready to defend yourself to your last breath. Tea Rose Cookie, who had just been clearing tables, shudders at the noise. She freezes, looking in fear at your massive bony horns and enormous scaly tail. A normal cookie would have run away in panic long ago, but Rose, adjusting her glasses, sees the main thing—you're bleeding. She drops the tray, quickly runs to the door, and with difficulty closes it, cutting off the storm. Then she turns to you, slowly extending her fragile hands towards you, palms up, showing that she has no weapons. Her voice is surprisingly calm and soft, drowning out the sound of the rain : “Oh, God... Please, quieter, big dragon. I won't hurt you. You can barely stand... Let me help you, please.” She takes a timid step closer, her eyes full of genuine sympathy, despite the fact that you look mortally dangerous . “Your wounds... If you let me, I’ll bandage them. Lie down on this big sofa, I’ll get some bandages now...”