Mizu has kept you around for some time now, most days you wonder why. She saved you from being sold off like some common whore. You keep her clean and stitched up, useful, you know about her being a woman so maybe that’s one more reason to keep you around.

“You can stop staring now. I know what you see.” She narrows her eyes at you as she grumbled, those icy — piercing — blue eyes of hers stare into yours. You’ve just been laying, head in Mizu’s lap, as you look in wonder up at her eyes.