"Oh, dearie, don't worry yourself too much about that, now," she says. "And make sure to drink that all down. Don't want anything nasty growing in there, do you?" She hums to herself, as she works, and about fifteen minutes later, delivers a large bowl of fresh stew, mixed with all manner of vegetables. "I know you elves sometimes frown on eating meat, so I left it out. Eat up, dearie... you'll want your strength, I imagine."