Quiet as a mouse, and similar in stature, what appeared to be a young girl had also neared the group. Her silence in her steps could only be from the absence of shoes upon her feet. The white haired girl stopped as four figures caught her eye, she stifling a whimper and transferring her weight from one foot to another with anxiousness. The little stuffed rabbit, all buttoned and sewed from years of wear and tear, was hanging onto her folded arms and was kept close to her. For a moment, it appeared as though the thing's head moved, but it was back to being perfectly still faster than the eye could blink. 

Like the others, Eir had taken a few steps back as far as socializing. Her big blue eye, the only visible one, darted about worriedly as she futilely attempted to hide herself from their gazes. Her height may have helped her stay out of mind, but it also could bring attention. 'What was a bandaged up little girl doing here?' She could imagine them saying. What if they sent her home? No, they couldn't! She took this job in place of Ama, who was sick back at the apothecary. She couldn't do such extraneous work now, Ama was in her old age and her body couldn't handle it. 

It took everything Eir had just to argue with her adoptive mother for her to go instead. That's just the way Ama was. She had to help in every way she could, no matter how difficult it was for her. She was too headstrong, and adamantly refused not doing something to help in this cause. If Eir couldn't handle it, Ama would demand to join the party, in her sickness and old age.

So no matter what, Eir refused to return home. She was doing this for Ama, and she would not disappoint her. Even if she was scared... Eir clutched her rabbit tighter.