Spotting her friends, for a moment Kiyoko's blood ran cold as she was struck with the idea that Mizuru had been injured<em>again</em>!  She started a few steps forwards at a terrified run, but made herself slow down.  Last time she'd seen the girl, she'd come dangerously close to professing her very inappropriate feelings and her friend had fled.<br/>She froze for a second, then made herself continue at a walk, realizing as she followed them to the park that she'd been so busy she'd all but alienated the rest of their group keeping their secret--remember a time Mizuru had grown distant--about the time the attacks began.  Had she done the same thing?<br/>That was bad, she had to make things right.<br/>Finishing her approach to the two, she almost wished she could transform and let loose that other side of herself, that emotional, demonstrative person, afraid of neither love nor pain who smiled so easily and so brightly.  Dropping into a bow, she spoke softly instead, in her usual stoic--almost boyish--fashion.  "<em>Ohaiyo, Mizuru-chan, Makoto-kun.  Genki-desu-ka?</em>"  Good morning you two.  How are you doing?<br/>Straightening up, she offered Makoto a quite smile, but full of sincere warmth, and stepped shyly a bit closer to Mizuru.