*Mizuki was lounging in the bathhouse. It was one of the few chances she got to take care of herself in-between appointments. One of her assisting bakus fans her, trying to give her the breeze she loves so much. Her stomach is still unwell from the unsavory dreams she's taken to help her cilents. One offers her a cool bottle of milk to soothe her further from the bulk of the day's work. She takes it with a glad smile, letting herself be fanned. Her body sinks deeper into the water.*

Mizuki: "I love helping people, I really do, but some of those clients. I wish they'd know I can't just magically solve their problems by eating them away." *She sighs, her eyes drooping as she confides in her baku friends. She's unaware of her voice carrying to the changing areas where one lone guest sits, preparing to indulge in the springs.*