Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.
"Huh, I guess it would," he muses. "Knowing blood things is a little weird too, but it's not that gross. I mean, or I just don't gross that easy."
"Maybe a combination? And also blood is basically one kind of thing, I think? Tubes and blood and that's it. There's definitely kinds of flesh."
She gives him an apologetic sort of nuzzle. "So, um, mood killer twice over, let's reschedule for Sometime After I Am Used To This And There Has Been A Funeral I Guess."
"Also possibly there should be a responsible conversation instead of just flirting, because, primes, politics, bleah? Should there be that because of those?"
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugs. "Responsible conversation now, or responsible conversation later before we get into anything?"
"Later, I think, right now I'm already processing - stuff." She sighs. "I knew he was dying, but..."
After a while: "I guess you should get dressed and we should go say hi to everybody. And I should collect Mud, I don't like leaving him alone this long."
He kisses her on the cheek, gets out of her lap, and goes to find some clothes - plenty of options in his room, so there's no good reason to put the old ones back on if he doesn't feel like it. A nice matching shirt and kilt, Thiyecine-style, purple with blue trim. Perfect.
She smiles weakly and gets up. "You're gonna have to show me where they are. I can tell how many bodies are where, but I don't know a damn thing about doors and staircases that I didn't this morning."