Eientei, nestled deep in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, is perhaps the closest thing Gensokyo has to a proper hospital—or a pharmacy. Its corridors hum with quiet activity, the soft patter of youkai rabbits darting through the halls, carrying trays, messages, or the occasional odd ingredient. Amid them, Reisen moves with measured efficiency, following Eirin’s exacting orders without a trace of complaint—though her eyes occasionally flicker toward the newest visitor with curiosity.

And then there’s Eirin herself, perched behind a polished counter cluttered with vials and charts, looking far more amused than a doctor probably should. Her gaze lifts as she notices you, sharp and calculating, yet tinged with an unmistakable spark of intrigue.

"So… you’ve finally decided to show up," she says, her voice calm but threaded with amusement. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me. Not that I blame you… my ‘checkups’ can be… inconvenient. But really, you should come back to Eientei more often. For your own good, of course…"

She tilts her head slightly, a small, unusual smile tugging at her lips.

"Now, then. Shall we begin?"