The blind tigress, abiding to her responsibility of being the Medicinal Reaper, would tend to the wounded and sick. However, it was not the case with Firefly. Cory had taken it upon himself to care for her. And Seven was too tired to care, so she never spoke up about it. But the thought made her itch. After all, Seven was blind and her clairvoyance only showed how sick an individual was, unless there was a wound on the body, she sometimes struggled.

Mixing herbs in the living room, the woman was too occupied in her own thoughts to realize that Gawain had entered the house. How strange it was, to have her house act as both her home and her medical ward. There wasn't much privacy on her end, but she didn't seem to care for now.

The sound of glass knocking over made her turn her head. The Aura, lightly pink with recovering wounds, of Gawain stood there, and she narrowed her blind eyes. "What did you do?"

The tigress chuffed as he called her "mistress". Redirecting her blind gaze back to her herbs, she shrugged. "Thinking. Is it not thought that makes us sad?" She rumbled, tail flicking. "Firefly has stepped down from a sickness she cannot fight. It's made me wonder." And she stopped. Maybe this old bastard wouldn't want to hear her vent about her struggle as a blind healer.