The return of her sword relieves something sharp and jagged, but Mizu quickly finds herself no longer standing. That nearly has her hand reaching to draw her sword yet again based on pure instinct. It's Vergil, no one else, but Mizu opens her mouth in protest. To object to the idea she would have passed out. Her foot is healed, no longer bleeding and screaming in pain with each step. She could manage to walk to his apartment. Her face makes clear her opinion of this indignity. The strength to walk and the strength to free herself from Vergil's firm grip are two entirely different things.
It's not the first time Vergil's carried her, though usually Mizu is actually unconscious for the act. When someone's unconscious, it's simply necessary to carry them. Awake and alert enough to remember the act, Mizu finds it wholly different. "You forgot your jacket," Mizu says for lack of anything else to say. His hold is warm. The farther they get from the snow, no longer falling, the warmer it gets in the regular spring summer air. This indignity is simply the price of losing. Between the two of them, anyone would suspect she's the one who survived an explosive, not him.
Why must Vergil live in one of the most populous housing options? Mizu would rather not be carried at all, but worse that she's carried to his lodgings instead of her own. Rin lives there too and could see her. No matter how well she is when next they see each other, if Rin sees her so hurt, she'll worry. Nor is there any point in attempting to hide her identity. That will only draw attention. All in all, being carried is a terrible idea.
"Entirely unnecessary," Mizu murmurs under her breath. Never mind that it hurts to breath. She's survived worse. Yes she was unconscious for multiple days, and Ringo brought her home to swordfather, but she survived. Fine. Mizu suffers the indignity with what little pride she can manage. It isn't even the first time he's carried her today. It reminds her of the explosion, and the way Vergil sent his double, that winged tailed form, to shield her and set her gently on the ground. It makes no sense, less sense than now, even if he knew he couldn't be killed. That's not how fighting is supposed to work between opponents. He could have ended the fight much sooner if he'd held her close, forced her to take some of the damage.
If she were in a better state, Mizu would keep her mouth shut. Instead she mutters, "You don't make sense."
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It's not the first time Vergil's carried her, though usually Mizu is actually unconscious for the act. When someone's unconscious, it's simply necessary to carry them. Awake and alert enough to remember the act, Mizu finds it wholly different. "You forgot your jacket," Mizu says for lack of anything else to say. His hold is warm. The farther they get from the snow, no longer falling, the warmer it gets in the regular spring summer air. This indignity is simply the price of losing. Between the two of them, anyone would suspect she's the one who survived an explosive, not him.
Why must Vergil live in one of the most populous housing options? Mizu would rather not be carried at all, but worse that she's carried to his lodgings instead of her own. Rin lives there too and could see her. No matter how well she is when next they see each other, if Rin sees her so hurt, she'll worry. Nor is there any point in attempting to hide her identity. That will only draw attention. All in all, being carried is a terrible idea.
"Entirely unnecessary," Mizu murmurs under her breath. Never mind that it hurts to breath. She's survived worse. Yes she was unconscious for multiple days, and Ringo brought her home to swordfather, but she survived. Fine. Mizu suffers the indignity with what little pride she can manage. It isn't even the first time he's carried her today. It reminds her of the explosion, and the way Vergil sent his double, that winged tailed form, to shield her and set her gently on the ground. It makes no sense, less sense than now, even if he knew he couldn't be killed. That's not how fighting is supposed to work between opponents. He could have ended the fight much sooner if he'd held her close, forced her to take some of the damage.
If she were in a better state, Mizu would keep her mouth shut. Instead she mutters, "You don't make sense."