"Good luck!" One of the undermages cheerily tells you as you line up by the shimmering portal. "Hope you didn't eat a big breakfast..."
You step carefully through, and fall. Except your body is falling faster than your stomach. Before you have time to process this anatomical absurdity you are exiting out the other side.
Then you're throwing up. A lot.
Fortunately you're in an encampment of healers. Before you can even complain a cold compress is being applied to your forehead and you're being offered an icy gingery beverage to take the taste away.
Okay, you have no idea what was in the beverage, but the slight headache you had is gone, your stomach has settled, and you feel instantly refreshed.
One of your mates smiles at you. "There's a reason it's a good mission. Nobody takes better care of you than a motivated Healer Apprentice. Just don't presume anything...if you irritate them, nobody can take you apart faster than a motivated Master Healer..."