Eva is grateful when you report that Eris enjoyed the cookies you brought her.
"How was she? Did she seem healthy?" she asks, then waves her hands to shoo the questions away. "I'm sorry, I just worry about that girl sometimes."
She absentmindedly pulls at the fringes of her shawl. "She holds the Darkness closer than most, and has suffered greatly for it," she says.
Eva looks up at you with a sad smile. "I hope the Dawning can bring her some joy—even if it is only once a year."