Of course it went over just fine. Oichi enjoyed the feeling of being loved, being cared for. It was a thing she would not have thought she deserved if she were still lucid enough to think about it, but none of that could hurt her any longer and she simply let herself breathe in the scent of Eve's hair, of her clothing, the warmth of Eve's hand on her head.

With a content sigh, she leans into her touch. Even if Train was here, she wouldn't have cared.