Neera blinks gratefully at Parin's swift compassionate reaction. No judgment, just concerned focus on her discomfort. She hurries after to the idling minivan. Settling into the familiar soft seat, Neera stretches out, spanning her arms across the ample empty space. Her breaths come a little easier as her tension unwinds into the plush upholstery.

"Thank you for this," she tells Parin. The woman simply smiles, eyes on the road as buildings flash past. Of course - attentive help given freely to those struggling forms the bedrock of dear Thomassia's foundations.

They pull up at a modest pharmacy and Neera follows Parin inside. A bored clerk glances up. But Neera stands calmly as Parin explains her lingering asthma. Together, they will find a solution. Thomassia always gently guides her back to strength when weakness presses in.

Cynthia quickly finds a shelf, nodding at the clerk and taking an inhaler from one of the shelves. She places it in Neera's hands, a device with a cylinder connected to a transparent mask covering both her nose and mouth. It rapidly floods with a powerful medicine that eases her breathing, and the pressure eases off her lungs, letting her take relaxed, eased breaths.

Neera accepts the inhaler Parin selects, raising the attached mask to her face. As medication mists through, sweet relief spreads through her lungs. The tightness eases. Drawing a deep, slow breath, Neera meets Parin's eyes in gratitude. Of course her new home wasn't about to let asthma regain its grip.

"This is perfect already, thank you Parin!" Neera says, inhaling another refreshing lungful through the mask. "Just what I needed. You take such good care of me."

As the medicine works, Neera marvels again at Thomassia's endless graces. Even something as small as an inhaler feels somehow symbolic - thoughtfully designed, instantly on hand from an obliging clerk when troubles arise. She may still struggle at times, but this caring society will always help her through. Breathing freely once more, Neera smiles behind her mask, secure in the knowledge she'll never have to handle hardship alone.

Parin quietly uses her phone to pay the clerk. "You should have told us! That could have been a terrible thing for us to be unprepared for during Pandemic Awareness Day! But now we know we'll want to get you fitted an asthma-friendly type of mask. In case you wanted to celebrate that particular holiday of ours, of course."

Neera flushes, lowering the mask. "You're absolutely right, Parin. I should have mentioned lingering asthma when I arrived, instead of assuming Thomassia's clean air cured me completely."

She smiles ruefully. "As you've now seen, flare-ups still catch me by surprise too! But I promise to inform everyone about this going forward." Neera imagines joining in the festive pandemic awareness celebrations and realizes her condition warrants an extra breathing precaution.

"An asthma-friendly mask sounds perfect for me," she tells Parin brightly. "I look forward to celebrating with new friends once properly equipped!" Gratitude swells within her again for dear Thomassia's ceaseless care and planning - even holidays here designed to promote health through playful solidarity. No one struggling alone, everyone joyfully supported. With Parin's guidance, she knows she'll thrive.

"Well, yep. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised. Are you feeling like spending the day at home? There's lots of things to see and do on your projector."

Neera considers, then nods, her burst of energy from earlier dissipated. "I think I will take it easy back home now. This flair-up came on so suddenly, I should rest." She settles into her seat, gazing out at the sunny streets sliding past.

"It's funny - I got lulled by days of freedom into forgetting chronic illness still lurks underneath." She pats her backpack holding the inhaler. "But Thomassia provides every solution I need for the rough patches too. Now that I'm properly equipped again, I look forward to more delightful days ahead!"

She pictures the projector awaiting in her room, stuffed animals and cozy bed near at hand too for further comforts. Yes, a quiet evening immersed in imagination suits perfectly today. Dearest Thomassia always knows just how to shelter her, body and soul, when weakness strikes - so she can regain strength to freely play another day.