Companionable silence! Then, a little shyly:

"... Do you um, want to weigh in on what my shiny new Chthonic form should look like? I mostly just want fashion advice, I'm pretty attached to the shape of the body."

"Your... what?"

"Oh. Uh. So I've been entirely a glob of starscape around you, but I can actually have a proper body with a face and everything. And... Nyx made a very good argument that I am. Super Chthonic and have a home here. So. I sort of want to look the part? While still looking like myself."

"I... see. Show me?"

"Mhm."

She exits his hood and forms into a puddle beside him, then out of it rises her in progress form. Here she is, looking a little self-conscious. She gives him a little smile anyway. Dressed in a peplos of pale gold that matches her eyes, with some deep purple trim and trappings to offer some visual variety. The style is a little evocative of Nyx's fashion choices, but with significantly less accessories.

Pale gold is not a traditionally Chthonic color, but. ... It works for her.

And traditional or not, it is a colour Thanatos himself favours.

"You look... good."

"Thank you," she says, shyly. "But yeah I probably need some fashion assistance if I have any hope of not just. Directly copying Nyx. How do I accessorize in this culture! Everyone seems to wear lots of jewelry!"

Death incarnate raises his right hand to the level of his eyes, clicking the tips of the fingers of his sharp gauntlet together. "And you don't like that?"

"I mean it's not bad it's just I don't... quite know what to do with it. Sort of like my hair. I don't know what to do with my hair, either."

"—wait, you are not leaving your hair like that on purpose. You. Ah."

Aaaaand now he's looking away and blushing. Blushing gold, it seems.

“… what? Is there a cultural meaning in my hair that I don’t know about, here?”

"Ah. Maybe? It's... you don't put your hair down unless you are in private, in order to... to..."

"To...? Wh—but Achilles has his hair down! I saw! Plenty of people don't have their long hair up!"

"Men. ...and Lady Aphrodite."

"And Lady...? ... Have I been running around with sex hair. Is that what I've been doing."

Blush blush blush "Yes."

"Augh!" she cries, and then buries her face in her hands.

Her hair pulls itself up into a tidy bun at the base of her neck, completely of its own volition.

"I helped Zagreus fight Theseus and Asterius like this!! In front of a crowd of onlookers! I have been following him around with sex hair this entire time why did no one tell me!"

"It can be... a stylistic choice?" he tries.

She gives a little pathetic whine.

"Zagreus walks around these halls naked all the time," Thanatos adds. "It would not be... unheard of."

"Oh, so there is some kind of nudity taboo here! ... Zagreus is just apparently a terrible barometer for these things!"

"Ta... it's not exactly a taboo, I would say. It just... has... meaning." Pause. "Unless it's Zagreus or Lady Aphrodite, I think they just don't care. Maybe Lord Zeus and Lord Poseidon don't, either."

Whine.

"I'm going back to being a puddle now," she grumbles, and then she turns into starscape and collapses into a puddle on the floor.

"Puddles do indeed not have any meaning attached to them," Thanatos days, nodding sagely, perfectly serious except for the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me," she says, mock seriously. "I can bubble with obvious meaning, thank you."

And so she does! Bubble bubble. See, she can emote as a puddle.