Two hours after the rocket strike on the throne room; Danny is safe and secure deep in the Palace infirmary, Sally by his side.

"We've done all we can," the medic informs Sally. "He'll definitely wake up, but I'm afraid we can't be certain what his mental state will be; his injury was quite severe, and we know very little about the elixir's ability to heal the brain."

Sally doesn't speak; she simply nods an acknowledgement.

"I'd advise not staying by his side," the medic adds. "When he wakes, he may be unpredictable and violent; the Scarves have a reputation for a reason."

"If it wasn't for him, it'd be me in this healing bath," Sally states; her tone makes it clear she's not going to move.

"As you wish," the medic replies. "I'll station two armed guards outside, just in case."

"No you won't." Again, Sally's tone indicates she will not be argued with.

"Then on your own head be it," the medic declares as he leaves the room.

"Is he gone?" Danny asks when he hears the door close.

Sally jumps at the sound of Danny's voice. "What on… How long have you been awake?"

"Ten minutes?" Danny answers, opening his eyes and looking at Sally. "My sense of time's a little off at the moment, so it may have been longer. Or shorter. Why am I here anyway? My head hurts; does that have something to do with it? Also, I taste blueberries for some reason."

"You took a severe blow to the head when you threw yourself on top of me as a living shield," Sally explains. "Wait, you can taste blueberries?"

"Yeah, it's weird," Danny comments, looking around the room. "Huh, I can't taste them now," he adds.

"Blueberries are my favourite fruit," Sally idly murmurs.

"That's quite the coincidence," Danny remarks, looking back at Sally again. "And now the taste is back."

"So, when you look at me, you taste blueberries?"

Danny looks away and back a few times to test the theory. "Yes."

"Weird."

"Tell me about it." Danny pauses a moment. "Wait, why was I shielding you?"

"The Jade Alliance is attacking Shang Tu," Sally reports, shuddering at the mention of the name.

"What?" Danny exclaims, sitting up; he reclines again as a spell of dizziness blurs his vision and wrecks his balance.

"Just rest; the general and your friends have it covered," Sally soothes.

"I have to help," Danny insists.

"You can't help if you can't even sit without keeling over; another ten minutes, and you'll be fighting fit again."

"OK," Danny relents. "Can you do me a favour though?"

"Depends what it is."

"Can you get my hanbo?"

"Of course. I'll get your clothes as well."

"Good, I'll need- Wait, I'm naked?"

"Well, you are in a bath!"

"Did you-"

"Absolutely not!"

"Let me finish," Danny smiles. "Did you escape injury?"

"Oh," Sally blushes. "Not quite," she continues a moment later, lifting her left leg onto the edge of the bath; it's in a sturdy cast from the knee down. "It's a clean break at least; it'll be fine in six to eight weeks."

"Why didn't you get elixir?"

"Wartime statute; fighters only," Sally explains, lowering her leg again. "I'm an engineer."

"Ah."

"Yeah. Anyway, I'd better get your stuff," Sally decides. "And thanks for protecting me," she adds, kissing Danny on the cheek before picking up her crutches and leaving the room.

"M-My p-pleasure," Danny stammers, blushing at the unexpected kiss.