Mizu always had a hard time revealing her true gender. If she could avoid it, she absolutely would. But you'd come up from behind her to ask her something when she was bathing. She'd reacted instinctively.

Now, she ran running her hands through your hair as you laid your head on her thigh, her skin still bare. She didn't understand you. She was a monster, and yet you chose to cling to her.

"...You cannot tell anyone," Mizu muttered, her voice husky and serious. "Not ever." She was serious.