Mizu knows nothing about why Vergil reacts the way he does. No one likes to be called a cheat. At a later time, Mizu may reflect on it further and wonder what's behind that reaction, but that kind of reaction is also what she expects from people. Say the wrong thing, and they pull back. They leave. Mizu would not be surprised if Vergil refused to spar with her any further for saying such a thing, for it to be a line she shouldn't have crossed, true as it is. Except it is not as though Vergil will walk away in his own home. It would be infinitely awkward if he did.

Instead Mizu moves to gather her things. She glances down at the wraps, unused to protecting herself during practice but acknowledging it's likely for the best. Mizu stands there awkwardly, as though she doesn't belong and shouldn't be there, even as Vergil continues to talk evenly and calmly. It's not the kind of situation where Mizu leans on manners, not after being that rude. So she nods, muttering "okay," and adds them to the set of tools Vergil gave her. That itself makes her feel further uncomfortable. He didn't have to do that. Mizu didn't expect it. Honestly, he doesn't entirely make sense to her. It's so much easier when they're sparring than the bits of conversation. Mizu admits she might be escalating this moment, but it rings true to other moments, so she isn't certain.

"It's only a couple days," more like three but Mizu always underestimates it, "until I'm completely healed. Only a couple after that before I've remade what I need for the naginata."