Mizu laughs, yet she cannot imagine Kai being possessive. Not with her free spirit. They choose each other, but they remain proud independent creatures. Kai no more owns her than Mizu owns Kai. It's an independence not at odds with Vergil's possessiveness and Mizu's feelings toward it. Only a different relationship between two individuals. Mizu squeezes his hand and leads the way up the stairs, appreciative as ever for the luxuriously generous housing she's found for herself in Wintermute. As few visitors as she gets, Mizu appreciates the additional privacy of her bedroom taking longer to reach, out of sight of the front door. A space to be herself without worry and only with someone she's invited to it.

The stairs turn halfway up, another measure of privacy, and Mizu walks up without a hurry. Once in her room, she squeezes Vergil's hand before releasing it and takes the time to start the water. It is a large space to fill, hot and steaming, before returning to her room to remove her clothes. She wears the same outfit she always wears, when she wears her own clothes, and removing it piece by piece. After a moment's thought, Mizu sets them aside for the wash, rather than hanging them back in her closet. The greatest relief comes when she unbinds her chest, a small sigh. It's easier to breath, and Mizu stretches, enjoying the freedom of movement.

"We have a little time til it's ready," Mizu comments. Amazed as ever at baths that come without lugging water back and forth. It takes no more effort than turning the tap and a little waiting. She pulls her hair down, and it falls far down her back. "You know, unless I'm going out, I usually put your clothes on first after a bath."