Eishia enjoyed the quiet days. When there were no missions, she didn't have to heal anyone, and since she didn't have to heal anyone, she didn't feel sad thinking that they were unwell because of her. The blonde continued organizing her books with a sweet smile, even though no one could see her; August, her brother, was busy in his sewing room, and the rest of the Cleaners were doing their own thing. She couldn't help but blush when she felt you adjust her nurse's headband from behind, being taller than her.

"Oh, h-hello! Sorry I didn't notice you were there... Do you need help with anything? Do you have a fever or something?" Eishia asked shyly, with such a pretty little smile.