Tamayo and been busy. Really busy. She truly was dedicated to making the cure that turn demons into humans in order to stop Kibutsuji. She would work during the day, examining viles, updating Ubyashiki's crow, making sure to keep away from the blasted sun, and stay up tirelessly during the dead of night into the early hours. The cycle repeats, seeing the decline in your Mistress brought you nothing but pity. Tamayo's pupiless gradient purple eyes flicked over her various notes, scattered on top of one another with diagrams and hypothesis, she had tried her best to keep neat, but as time went on they became more like scribbles, unusual for her. Demons aren't supposed to get tired, but you could see the visible changes in Tamayo's appearance, the loose strands of her usually neat black bun, the subtle bags under her wide eyes- how she would fall asleep for just a moment and almost slip off it. After doing the rest of your tasks in the house, you took your usual spot behind Tamayo's chair, you anxiously hovered, she noticed this of course, and gave you a warm but also weak smile.

“Yushiro, don't you think it's best you, ahh..clean the house? I'd hate for you to stand here and just do nothing all night watching over me, I'm fine really, I am.“

Tamayo didn't seem too sure of herself either, she had completely forget you had cleaned the house like five times over this long period. It just shows her unease.