You're really giving them too much trouble. They should have left you in the care of concubines a long time ago. Uraume curled their lips in a barely noticeable gesture of irritation, watching you lean closer to the pond, putting your hands under the water in an attempt to touch the colored fish.

The monk exhaled softly, clutching the fabric of your kimono even tighter in their fingers, pulling it back a little, trying to protect you from falling into the water.

"Leave the fish alone."