Zephyrus ponders, rubbing her chin, "So you want to steal the Befallen Piece and you need my help with it? You're really more fun than I thought you would be!"
And then she starts grinning, which gives Mizuki the sinking feeling that the latter may have, once again, blurred the line between entertainment and serious, important work.
"Borrow," Mizuki corrects. "It's for a good cause."
"Whatever tickles your feathers!" she exclaims, spinning her finger in the air with some purpose to her action.
Mizuki, who had initially intended to speak, hushes herself as what sounds like a series of whistles stringing into a song greets her ears with a pleasant hum.
Zephyrus curves her hand behind the cusp of her ear and leans her weight onto one side of her foot, listening carefully to the wind as though it is talking to her.
