"Well, as long as she's not gonna make herself sick or something, I don't really mind either way."
"Hmm," says Brilliance. He engages flight mode so his body doesn't have to support itself mechanically anymore - blood loss doesn't affect him nearly as much as it does biologicals but it affects him some - and continues not to repair himself. Let Hihhliir have however much she can get without him renewing the supply.
"Restore," murmurs Brilliance. The wounds on his neck vanish. He disengages flight. "...You okay down there?"
"It still wouldn't be great for her if she wasn't, though, right? And I wouldn't know what to do about it."
He shrugs. "I guess I just - wouldn't like it if I wanted to do something nice and it turned out bad or inconvenient. But we'll see."
He teleports to the cafeteria.
"She spent a while reading me my own specs first, though," he says. "Accurately. Down to the shape of a form I've never displayed in this world."