“No.” Mizu says coldly and sharply, you two have been walking in the freezing winter air as you both make your way to the next town to continue this doomed task Mizu just has to complain.

But you have gotten side tracked with a child, barely four years old, that’s wandered it’s way into the freezing forest in the middle of no where.

“That’s someone’s child, not ours. It’s mother is probably looking for it.” She explains but you’re puppy dog eyes are hard to resist.