No one has really been this close to her face like this before, not for this long.  She's excited to learn what kind of human thing this is; she just hopes she doesn't mess it up in the meantime.  She will stare..... back???  Until the human does something else.

Well, eventually what it is is carrying her all the way info an apartment where she can be placed onto a couch.

- Soft!  Soooooooft.  She wriggles and writhes on her back on it - actually, what if she got this less-good fabric out of the way - there we go, now all of her can be directly in contact with The Most Soft.  She does another fifteen seconds or so of touch-flailing, kicking her legs (legs!) and squirming a little violently, before settling down into petting it and running her arms along the side and seat.

Oh, she's really good. Sakir strokes her face lightly.

That can happen.  She goes still about it.

(She's gotten sand kind of all over the couch, now.)

"You done petting the couch?"

Does this mean... she's supposed to pet... this human's face.....

Well, in order to know that, she'll have to guess at how to interpret this expression the human makes in response.

Oh good that seems correct probably!  Cool.

Also wow her hair feels sooo much better than Cyllene's does.  She wonders whether that's a texture thing such that she's doomed to have bad-to-touch hair abovewater, or if there's a trick to it.

How does she feel about the texture of Sakir's lips?

Whaaaaat is happening - 

Oh actually positively!  She feels positively about this.  Wow!

D'awwww.

It really doesn't do to get too grabby with the first human she meets, especially with her current language ability, but also, what if this human got back down here.  She will (gently!!) suggest this with her hands.

Sakir is very happy to cooperate with such guidance!

Cyllene audibly breathes a bit heavily about this.  Although at one point the noise cuts out, despite the fact that Sakir can still feel the movement of Cyllene's breath across her skin.

Curious! If one of Sakir's hands starts making its way down from her guest's face, does this happen again? 

Why yes!  She can cause it to happen pretty reliably, if she tries.

Sakir isn't sure exactly how sound works but she's pretty certain it's not like this. She ponders this mystery while feeling up her guest.

Things that would pretty obviously be moans if they weren't instead total silence!

"You've really lost your voice, haven't you."

Silent giggle.  Lost voice, not - lost - voice, she mouths.

"Where'd it go?'