Check on Eva.

Among other supplies, you purchased a nice pair of pajamas. They're blue, cottony soft, and button up the front. The floor is chilly against your bare feet, but you decide to head out to check on Eva, assuming she hasn't already fallen asleep. You make your way out of your room and begin traversing the manor. A few minutes later, you arrive at her door, and you drum your knuckles against the wood.

"Wh-Who is it?" comes a surprisingly timid response.

"It's me. I just wanted to make sure you were all good after today."

"Oh. Um, I'm fine. Thank you. Did you want to come in?"

"Only if you don't mind."

There's a long pause, but then you hear the clicking of the door's lock. It then slowly pulls open. Instead of Eva there to greet you, there's a floating spectral hand, no doubt conjured by Eva. Meanwhile, you can see she's snug under her blanket, watching you from afar. The hand dissipates shortly after.

It's likely she hasn't grown her own wardrobe much. You know that she prefers sleeping in the nude, and you imagine that this isn't any different. It would explain why she didn't answer the door herself. If she did, she'd be standing in the doorway buck naked.

You shut the door quietly behind you and begin making your way over. She watches you nervously--blush forming faintly across her face.

"I hope I didn't wake you up," you say.

She shakes her head. "No. I haven't fallen asleep yet."