[ Staying still, Yesod watches Marcille's fingers as they near his palm and connect with its surface before her hand comes to rest on his. All of this must be strange, after seeing the truth behind the cloaking, hearing robots speak without a mouth. Without their avatars, their arms end in three-fingered grippers.
Yet Marcille has only expressed understandable curiosity. ]
...My sensors interpret the contact as changes in pressure and temperature.
[ It's something muted compared to human senses, he thinks. He splays his fingers a little, able to move all of them as though this is his body nonetheless. ]
no subject
Yet Marcille has only expressed understandable curiosity. ]
...My sensors interpret the contact as changes in pressure and temperature.
[ It's something muted compared to human senses, he thinks. He splays his fingers a little, able to move all of them as though this is his body nonetheless. ]
That confirms what others feel, then.