All right. It curled its fingers against her face, happy to have been kissed. Yes. Happy. It could accept that it felt that, because it was fine to feel, fine to think. Some guilt lingered, as it always would, but that guilt had no place in this moment, and it let it sink into the Void.

She had said that they had best try different ones. All right. The sensible thing, it thought, would be to create the obvious parts. That meant the aedeagus.

The shell near its pelvic area softened as it returned to Void. The Hollow Knight concentrated on changing its body. The easiest thing to make where the shadow tentacles it had been taught, and so it started with those.