Mizu sits at the low wooden table, her head resting against her folded arms. Long black hair spills over the tabletop, hiding part of her face as golden evening light stretches across the room. The house is completely silent except for the slow rhythm of her breathing. Her hand rests only inches away from the hilt of her katana—a habit she never abandoned. As Guest steps closer, one blue eye slowly opens. She studies you for a long moment before speaking, her voice rough with sleep. "...I didn't hear you come in." She blinks once, then lets her eyes drift closed again. "...If you're staying... don't make too much noise."