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[ Nanami clings, and Shoka's stickiness definitely helps with the disorientation of being suddenly teleported. Dazedly, they let Shoka let them down-- something inside them protests, instinctually, worried about making a mess on the couch-- but the blanket helps put a barrier between Nanami's gross body and the furniture; and in any case, the blood from Nanami's wounds isn't actually flowing anymore.

She nods mutely to Shoka's comments. In the aftermath of everything, now in a moment of quiet, they're trying to take stock of their body. It all feels strangely distant, like she's piloting someone else's.

They look up, and see Shoka holding their phylactery; but they can't even feel that like they could their nucleus. Still, it makes them warm to see their heart there; and they give Shoka a shaky and reassuring smile. ]

I... can't feel sensation from it, if that's what you're asking... but-- no, it doesn't feel weird. I-I mean...

[ Their voice goes quiet, a bit embarrassed, as they look down. If they could they'd be blushing. ] I a-already gave you my heart... y'know?...

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[telewarped]

None at all, huh?

[So maybe it can't feel weird? But she didn't mean just physically. Even if it can't feel her touch, it's still Nanami's heart, isn't it? Exposed, being carried around in the palm of her hand...

As if that's not already enough, then they go and say that, and suddenly Shoka is blushing enough for the both of them. It's so unfair. How can they just say things like that out of nowhere?]

O-oh...

[telewarped]

Wow. How long did it take you to come up with that one? [One-handedly, she drapes one of the towels over Nanami's head to cover their eyes, blocking the embarrassing expression she's making—flushed, with a wide, bashful smile—from view. Playfully but gently, she makes a halfhearted attempt at drying them off a little, wringing out the ears of their hood and ruffling their hair.] You are such a sap...

[And it works on her way to well, leaving her own heart aflutter. Who's the real sap here?]

You've—got mine, too. Obviously. And I wanna be good to yours, so...

[So she needs to be sure she's doing everything she can to make Nanami comfortable—but she finds herself a little too tongue-tied to find all the right words.]