"So long as it works.—and it does, I can do a lot more than I could before."

"Then there you go! Hmm. I think I'll come along with you on your latest escape attempt while I, um. Think about things."

"Okay. ...think about what?"

"Um." Pause. "So it turns out I... might never have been human at all. Probably. I probably have never been human at all. I just sort of. Copied a human very, very well. Which doesn't make me wrong about myself, exactly, just. Um..."

She trails off, then adds in a small voice: "... This is likely the first home I've ever had."

"...oh. Well. I've never been human either. And, uh... welcome home, then? I can't imagine you wouldn't fit in here."

She gives a little sniffly giggle, then materializes next to him. Hug?

"Thanks. I um. Yeah I. Kind of do, don't I."

"Got the darkness theme and all," he agrees, hugging her. "Also the glowy points which you called stars, right, there's those. I like them, didn't expect glowy points would go well with the darkness theme but they do."

"Thank you! I am very light and darkness themed. Naturally, I mean. I think I might mess with my form to look slightly more chthothic and culturally appropriate! I am weirdly tan and pink in comparison to everyone else. And in pants. No one else seems to be in pants."

"Pants... Is that Greek? I don't think I've heard this word before."

"Of course you haven't. Well. They're the things on my legs I'm wearing. The word itself may or may not be Greek, I can't quite tell, or it might be, uh. Greek from my—er, the world I copied instead of this one."

"It sounds like Greek, anyway," he says, pulling back to peer at her pants. "Huh. That's... not your skin."

"It's not! Did you think it was?"

"Yes! It's shaped like your legs!"

"I guess the confusion is my fault for wearing something close to skintight. Did you think I just. Had pockets attached to my hips??" She motions to the aforementioned pockets.

"I will confess I did not give much thought to the intricacies of how any given form you are choosing to take is shaped other than 'pretty', you seem to have a lot of control over it!

Giggle.

"You realize this just justifies wanting to figure out a more culturally intelligible form even more. If you thought I was running around with freaky pocket legs in. What, a too short tunic and a jacket?"

"Something like that? I'm still not really clear on which parts of you are you and which are clothing, actually, the 'pants' threw me for a loop there!"

She gives a little short.

"Okay, well. If it's not the pinkish-tan color of my face? It's clothes. Or my hair. I am consistent."

"Oh! Okay so you are in a lot of clothes that I've never seen."

"Yes. I am extremely clothed. Amused and a little embarrassed that I could be mistaken for being not extremely clothed, actually."

"Maybe the mortals would be more used to pants. I do know they care a lot more about clothes in general, they are usually wearing a lot of stuff when they're not bathing or sleeping or doing difficult physical things? I guess it makes sense, they probably need protection from, er, cold and dust and things?"

"My copied human's culture had a nudity taboo, so. Yes, protection from those, but also prying eyes," she snorts.

"...eyes? People do not like it when you look at them? I... don't know if our local mortals have that."

"Looking at my face would be fine. Arms, legs, feet, hands, all fine. But other parts! Sometimes not fine. Genitals are for alone time with special people. I don't know if your local mortals have that either. But mine did!"

"But... why?"