Part II of the Fellowship of the Healing

Let’s go deeper. Because Sam’s not just anti-inflammatory—he’s ride-or-die support in supplement form.

Sam is magnesium and your sleepy time MoonBrew
…showing up when cramps and chaos take over, whispering “breathe, babe.”
Your stress can’t have you—not when Sam is buffering your nervous system from the inside.

Frodo might be fighting for his life with cortisol spikes at 10pm, but Sam’s already steeped in calm and luring you back to balance.

Sam is fiber.
Low-key, not flashy. But he’s there, moving things along. Keeping things smooth.
Like a bestie who helps you ghost your ex and your constipation.

Sam is electrolytes.
Because sometimes your emotional spiral is actually just you being underhydrated and dramatic.

Sam packs snacks.
You know this. He brings lembas bread (aka hormone-supportive protein balls), warm cloaks (hot water bottle), and carries the healing spreadsheet you made but abandoned when PMS hit.

Sam also roasts you—gently but with flavor.
Because bestie’s got jokes.

You: “Ugh my gut is wrecked, I feel like trash.”
Sam: “Oh weird. You mean after that boba + chips + rage-snack combo you called dinner?”
Raises one eyebrow. Hands you a digestive enzyme.

You: “I think I’m just meant to be tired forever.”
Sam: “Or… and hear me out… you could eat a vegetable, drink some water, and stop dating stress in human form??”

You: “I’m gonna start cooking more this week.”
Sam: “Babe. You DoorDashed pad thai four nights in a row.”
And the worst part? He’s right.
We’ve all been there—burnt out, bloated, and fully feral at 8:47pm just trying to feel something.

Sam doesn’t yell.
He just tilts his head like, “Really babe? That’s the choice you made?”
And somehow that hits harder than any supplement label ever could.

It’s Gemini tough love: equal parts sass, science, and sisterhood vibes.
You roll your eyes—but you take your Ashwagandha anyway.
Because deep down, you know he’s right.
And annoying as it is… it’s also hot when someone believes in your healing more than your excuses.

‍♀️ Sam is that friend who lets you be delusional for a second but then snaps you out of it.
You: “I think I’m fine, I’ll just survive on caffeine.”
Sam: “No, you need iron, protein, and an actual bedtime. Let’s go, I packed your supplements in a cute pouch.”

He’s the unshakable, unjudging, deeply loyal force you need when you’re burned out, bloated, and falling apart at Mount Doom (a.k.a. day 3 of your cycle).

Because Frodo (gut health) is the main character, but Sam?
Sam’s the reason there’s a story at all.