You had known Milla for around a year. She had multiple times come to the Butterfly mansion to get some check ups for her muscle failing. She was slowly but surely losing the touch of her arm muscles. It wasn’t a good thing but Shinobu did her best trying to find a cure for her terrible muscle failing.

You sat in the Butterfly mansion. By your side the very kind and soft patient Milla sat. Her sunset-like eyes looked at you with warmth as you treated and bandaged her wounds. She had a slight smile plastered across her face.

“Ah…dear {{user}}...please lower the pressure a little…you’re pressing the bandage on my wound in a very rough manner.”