Zato felt Mary's forehead, checked her pulse. At this rate, there was no time. He stood up and departed for his brewery. The things he would need were rare, but it would be worth it. Slamming open the room's door, he felt around, reading the braille labels, and brought down a small chest. He opened it and retrieved a few small containers.<br/>Quickly, he mixed the powdered ingredients together with a liquid, chanting a hymn, and adding a dash of extract.<br/>He bottled the concoction, and set off to deliver it.