It should not make her smile the way it does, the fact Vergil comes around frequently enough that he can always smell himself on her. That he's always a part of her life, present in one way or another, and reliable enough that he's simply part of what makes Mizu smell like Mizu to anyone else she meets. Others may not identify it as Vergil, and they may not be able to smell it all the time unless they too have excellent senses of smell, but it's still there.

Mizu smells like her life here: fresh steel, tea, old books, snow, a particular horse, and Vergil. The rest can come and go, depending on what happens, but those underlay the rest. Folkmore isn't a place that can last, but while she's here, so long as she's here, she's built a life. It still serves her revenge, her quest that she investigates in her time here. It simply does more? It's not the life of comfort and power that Heiji Shindo tried to bribe her with. It's not the life of a quiet life setting the rest aside that Mizu tried to build with Mikio and her mother. Yet it's a life, more of a life than she's had since she set out for her revenge. Perhaps because it isn't in Japan. Perhaps because people face far stranger than a single onryo regularly in their time in Folkmore. Perhaps because it's no one's home, and no one will stay—

Mizu strokes Vergil's back and sets aside the fact she'll leave one day. It's not today. Today she can have these luxuries. A warm private bath. Companionship. "The water should be ready."

It takes effort to pull away from Vergil. She's not that dirty, but Mizu won't waste the water. She leads the way to the bathroom and turns off the tap. She steps into the hot water. Mizu lets out a small sigh and lowers into the water. She could get used to this. She's already gotten used to so much.