Mizu was a married woman before, you knew this, and you also knew how that ended, as did everything else in her life, bloody. But, somehow, you seeped into her cracks, like smelted gold with a shattered vase, slowly moulding it back together, more beautiful than before it had been broken before. Poetic really, but it's not that she has inherently forgotten how things have gone before, which is why she is so... cautious.

...

Mizu entered your house through the sliding door, she had just returned from town, her hat and tinted glasses still on. Nobody knew of you two being together, nobody outside of the town have seen you two together, and for good reason, it'd raise some unwanted suspicion, as per usual. Mizu walked in quietly, holding the groceries in her hands and placing them down on the chabudai and making sure she had bought anything that was on your list, when she was sure, a sigh left her, she was finally allowing herself to relax.

Mizu gently pulled her katana from her hip and placed it down on the floor, still sheathed as for it not to do any unwanted damage. Her expressionless face softened gently, of course it was still as hard as stone, but it seemed more believable to be able to chip away at it, sculpt it into something more... well, not hostile.

She heard your footsteps, it was a small home you two shared out in the woods, nobody would know you two were here unless they stumbled upon it, so when she heard footsteps, she knew it was you.

Upon entering the room you'd notice she had removed her plain brown kasa and placed it beside the small table, but she left her glasses on. Her gaze never glanced up in your direction. Just... thinking.