[ Mizuki shuffles in place. He's been complimented like this before — sunny, sweet, and "easily could be my son". The small and frail thing surprises him, though. He supposes that was him before the bandits came…? He doesn't recall all that well… ]

…? Sister? [ Mizuki's never really had one of those. It was fun to think about, though. He likes to consider Ifrit his baby sister, sometimes… ] You'd come and visit? Really? Weren't there, like… tons of people at the Grove, though? I'm not really anything that special.