She sensed the pain coming off of him and helped him to a sitting position. "Does it hurt?"
He winced.
"I'll get you some IB profane."
She rushed into the kitchen and brought the bottle out, "you should probably eat something first you're not supposed to take these on an empty stomach."
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)