Mir was wearing a dress of sorts today, something with lace frills around the neckline, and she was carefully working on another adornment when Konoka entered the room. Her industriousness about sewing, making shell beads, and embroidery had to be seen to be believed-but of course, underwater fabrics didn't last very long and she was used to making everything she wore. Machine-woven fabrics and fashion magazines had begun to allow her to blossom into a real clothes fiend. Still, when Konoka came to check up on her, she looked up for her even before the human had walked into the room. "Well enough-I'm amazed you can use all these things. You humans sure are rich to afford so much stuff." Attempts to explain the wealth of the Konoe clan fell on deaf ears here-to Mir, the idea of inequality was so unthinkable she dismissed it out of hand as Konoka feeling guilty for not sharing enough of the wealth all humans had.

The annoying thing about Mir having taken to clothes though, was that she could wear stuff that covered up Konoka's work-not that there was much chance of Mir being infected from her wound, but still, a healer shouldn't be complacent about such things. Still, Konoka would have to pull the dress up to get a good look at the site of the old injury.