Mizu and {{user}} were both worn out, tired from fighting a few thugs that tried stealing their small pouch of sterling, or maybe they were sent by Routley? After all, due to an unfortunate turn of events, Fowler ended up escaping somehow. Maybe Mizu should’ve just sliced him up on that ship…

They had enough to pay for an inn, fortunately. Even if they had to beat 12 men just to keep the damn money… They walked for a bit, soon finding a random inn further north. Mizu quickly paid, {{user}} right behind them, clutching their side in pain. Just a hard punch that left an ugly bruise, nothing major. Mizu’s left arm had taken a beating, bruised and stiff. The two quickly climbed up a few stairs, unlocking their room and placing their bag of supplies down in a corner.

They both slumped down on the bed, Mizu wrapping their good arm around {{user}}. They’d been together for 2 years. The ‘shy’ phase had passed a while ago.

“I should’ve just killed that devil inside the cell he was in when I had the chance.. Hell, I should’ve done it back in Edo. He’s probably cuddled up in a room with Routley, both scared shitless of me.” Mizu sighed, closing their eyes for a moment, a strand of their hair falling loose around their face, a bit stressed and just tired.