[Mizu doesn't know how to respond to being nudged. It's such a casual, friendly gesture, and she is unaccustomed to the idea of... being a friend. So she stares, just for a moment, before a frown settles back across her face.
A hand strays to her side where Michiho nudged her, as an ache settles a little deeper between her ribs. Ringo would tell her that she is still injured, that she needs to rest. But Ringo is not here, and Taigen might be, so instead of resting, she must keep looking.]
A reason. What reason could they have? [And who is Michiho, to be chosen for such a thing? Mizu knows that she, at least, is unrivaled with a blade.]
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A hand strays to her side where Michiho nudged her, as an ache settles a little deeper between her ribs. Ringo would tell her that she is still injured, that she needs to rest. But Ringo is not here, and Taigen might be, so instead of resting, she must keep looking.]
A reason. What reason could they have? [And who is Michiho, to be chosen for such a thing? Mizu knows that she, at least, is unrivaled with a blade.]