It tilted its head, watching as she lifted the loofah. Its washes in Hallownest had been perfunctory, sensible things. It wasn't there to luxuriate, no matter how it had felt. Being able to do so here had been a strange and wonderful thing, and it would ever treasure the memory of bathing in that hot spring, surrounded by snow, and with its sibling and Hornet beside it. But even then, it hadn't been washed.

If it had had a heart, it may well have been thundering in its chest. As it was, that blossoming brightness of its soul flared above the ocean of void inside of it, causing ripples across the dark surface. The disturbed water did not turn turbulent, however, but instead lapped at the feeling, turning it soothing.

Accepting feelings was just as new as luxuriating, it seemed.

So it nodded at her, but before she could begin, it lowered its head until it was close to her face. Though it could not kiss her, it nuzzled the blunt end of its mask against her hair as it brought up a fingertip to touch the bow of her lips.