Sitting up is enough effort at the moment that Mizu doesn't attempt more. She pushes herself hard, but when there is time to take a break, to pause, to breath, she does so. Fortunately, with her healing ability, Vergil's insistence in her recover will mean a much shorter break. Since she cannot take further steps on her revenge besides studying in the library and improving her skills as a swordsman, Vergil hasn't seen the full range of how she pushes herself to keep going. Lasting as long as she did in a fight against him is child's play in comparison.
She accepts the food and starts eating the vegetable on the side. That is more familiar to her, though she's been introduced to sandwiches before. In Japan, there would be chopsticks for the vegetable and... she's not sure how they would deal with sandwiches. The fact there is meat and cheese together in the sandwich is very much a white man concept. It's not what she expected from Vergil, but perhaps he learned about it here. The food is varied in Folkmore, and Mizu eats what is presented at various social gatherings. At home, her food is what she's used to.
Since there are no utensils, she picks up the sandwich with her hands and takes a bite. The meat is rich and fatty. The other parts of the sandwich introduce crunchy texture, sour flavors, and creaminess. It's a lot all in one bite. That seems appropriate to Vergil that he would like something like this. She needs the water and wipes her hands off on a napkin before reaching for the glass. She sips. Her appetite is both ravenous and nonexistent. She knows she needs food, but the process pulls at tender skin and sore muscles coming back together.
Mizu wishes Vergil would eat his sandwich. Being watched makes her feel more the invalid than she is and the accompanying desire to prove it. That makes her think of Taigen—that insistence she could beat him anywhere at any time with any weapon. She did beat him with a chopstick. Though Vergil, of course, would immediately learn how to fight with a chopstick upon picking it up. Perhaps not when it's an improvised weapon? Mizu wonders about that.
"It is more difficult to focus and use the healing ability at the moment, but I closed the wounds themselves," Mizu says. "I'm not sure if it replenishes blood. That will be something to think about."
She shrugs. She doesn't need to be hale and whole an hour after they finish sparring. It's enough that it should take a matter of days, perhaps. "I've had much worse," she assures Vergil. She barely passed out long enough for him to finish showering and make food. That's nothing.
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She accepts the food and starts eating the vegetable on the side. That is more familiar to her, though she's been introduced to sandwiches before. In Japan, there would be chopsticks for the vegetable and... she's not sure how they would deal with sandwiches. The fact there is meat and cheese together in the sandwich is very much a white man concept. It's not what she expected from Vergil, but perhaps he learned about it here. The food is varied in Folkmore, and Mizu eats what is presented at various social gatherings. At home, her food is what she's used to.
Since there are no utensils, she picks up the sandwich with her hands and takes a bite. The meat is rich and fatty. The other parts of the sandwich introduce crunchy texture, sour flavors, and creaminess. It's a lot all in one bite. That seems appropriate to Vergil that he would like something like this. She needs the water and wipes her hands off on a napkin before reaching for the glass. She sips. Her appetite is both ravenous and nonexistent. She knows she needs food, but the process pulls at tender skin and sore muscles coming back together.
Mizu wishes Vergil would eat his sandwich. Being watched makes her feel more the invalid than she is and the accompanying desire to prove it. That makes her think of Taigen—that insistence she could beat him anywhere at any time with any weapon. She did beat him with a chopstick. Though Vergil, of course, would immediately learn how to fight with a chopstick upon picking it up. Perhaps not when it's an improvised weapon? Mizu wonders about that.
"It is more difficult to focus and use the healing ability at the moment, but I closed the wounds themselves," Mizu says. "I'm not sure if it replenishes blood. That will be something to think about."
She shrugs. She doesn't need to be hale and whole an hour after they finish sparring. It's enough that it should take a matter of days, perhaps. "I've had much worse," she assures Vergil. She barely passed out long enough for him to finish showering and make food. That's nothing.