Mituna's always been special to her.
Before the incident, before everything got just that bit more difficult, they were good friends. They'd spend hours practicing flips and kickups and olleys together. She'd never been happier with someone, than with him. But it wasn't romantic. Not until the day he almost died saving them.
They did their best, but it wasn't enough to help him. All they could do was try to talk to him, to understand. Kurloz started spending more time with him, but the others gave up rather quickly.
Expect her.
She was the only one who knew how to calm him down. Who knew what to say, where to touch, when to keep her distance. She could ease him down quicker than even Kurloz could. A few months after it happened she started teaching him to board again. And, little by little, she went red for him. She told him so, one day when they were out. He wasn't stupid - anyone who thought so she quickly corrected. He just didn't process things like he used to.
He told her he loved her too, then asked her to show him how to tie his shoes again.
Mituna's always been special to her. And that's never going to change.