"It's fine. Mr. Pookie can keep me company while I wait," answers Eve finding the perfect excuse to get him out of Corrin's bedroom. Why was he sitting in her bed? He should be nothing more than a mere decoration for her living room. It's better that way for the poor bear's sake.

Heading over to the older girl's room, she'll notice the pile of clothes on the floor. The same ones Corrin will begin to request for. It fit the description. She'll begin to take each piece while examining it to make certain it was still good enough for a second use. If anything, Eve wouldn't mind bringing her cleaner clothes.

There'll be a pause after finding a loose red ribbon as part of the pile. Her red eyes will admire the color. It reminded her of the red she was currently wearing.

Corrin's next inquiry will get Eve out of her thoughts as she says, entering the bathroom to add the now neatly folded clothes somewhere Corrin could grab them without any issue, "I don't. Enjoy it."

"It's a new feature, isn't it?" she'll ponder next because Corrin didn't have running water or electricity the last time she was in her treehouse.