Cold water is more Mizu's element than hot, but the heat soothes her muscles. That soothes her mind and relaxes her. She could soak in the water until she's loose, until the small aches and pains melt away. It leaves her in better condition than she usually ever is in Japan and more relaxed than healing herself with her Lore-bought ability. She's ready to enjoy it quietly with Vergil, and Mizu expects the touch, some form of touch, because it'd be unlike either of them to keep their distance. Her legs in Vergil's lap feels natural for that, and Mizu adjusts for it.
Less expected is the attention that follows. The concept isn't new to Mizu, but she's never received it before Vergil. A quiet reminder of how different he is from Mikio. The thought doesn't cause a flicker in her emotions or relaxation. It's natural to compare the two, and as ever, Vergil comes out the better man and the more attentive partner. She sighs a little, even as he warms up her feet. They've born her weight most of the day, it being a day of little reading, and she feels where it's taken a toll. Mizu hums slightly at Vergil's direction. She accepts it but neither plans to speak nor to hold her silence. She lets it proceed.
"Oh," Mizu groans at a particularly sore spot. There's pain, but behind that pain comes relief. The release of tension that means it will feel better once it's been dealt with. "Deeper."
Each time the pressure eases, Mizu sighs a little easier. It's incredible what pain she simply takes for granted until it's gone, relieved. You don't have to, Mizu almost says, except she knows he knows that. Vergil does it anyway. Happily. She lets him, and Mizu relaxes with it more than she ever would were she to massage her own foot on her own. Then, she'd remain alert to anyone approaching her cabin, who might interrupt while she's naked and exposed. She has to, always, on her own. Vergil's senses are stronger than her own, and he will not let someone get close. That's more relaxing than the bath: to let her guard down.
"Would you get any benefit," Mizu asks, "if I were to give you a massage?"
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Less expected is the attention that follows. The concept isn't new to Mizu, but she's never received it before Vergil. A quiet reminder of how different he is from Mikio. The thought doesn't cause a flicker in her emotions or relaxation. It's natural to compare the two, and as ever, Vergil comes out the better man and the more attentive partner. She sighs a little, even as he warms up her feet. They've born her weight most of the day, it being a day of little reading, and she feels where it's taken a toll. Mizu hums slightly at Vergil's direction. She accepts it but neither plans to speak nor to hold her silence. She lets it proceed.
"Oh," Mizu groans at a particularly sore spot. There's pain, but behind that pain comes relief. The release of tension that means it will feel better once it's been dealt with. "Deeper."
Each time the pressure eases, Mizu sighs a little easier. It's incredible what pain she simply takes for granted until it's gone, relieved. You don't have to, Mizu almost says, except she knows he knows that. Vergil does it anyway. Happily. She lets him, and Mizu relaxes with it more than she ever would were she to massage her own foot on her own. Then, she'd remain alert to anyone approaching her cabin, who might interrupt while she's naked and exposed. She has to, always, on her own. Vergil's senses are stronger than her own, and he will not let someone get close. That's more relaxing than the bath: to let her guard down.
"Would you get any benefit," Mizu asks, "if I were to give you a massage?"