A stomach? Anise wasn't sure at first, but... it sort of did look like a diagram she saw in a book before. Butterflies in the stomach... with all the anxiety Anise was having over her illness, she understood the feeling well, but she wasn't so sure what the image was actually conveying.

"What do you think it means?" she asked, looking to each of her friends. The more she thought about it, the worse ideas came to mind. "... Is something wrong with our stomachs?"