[ Zelda's mind still feels incredibly muddled, but it's not bothering her as much as it did a minute ago. Eh, thinking is too hard, she's just going to stop doing that. Why think when she can just feel? Everything feels so much right now! And it all feels really good for some reason.

Her eyes follow Darin's movements, curious as to what he's up to. He pulls the end of the comforter and holds it out to Zelda, whose eyes suddenly grow to the size of dinner plates, as if she just watched him pull a rabbit out of a hat. Where did that come from??

She grabs it with both hands and lets out a gasp of pure amazement. ]

It feels like a cloud!! [ A squeal of glee slips from her mouth as she clutches the fluffy comforter. Her hands alternate between gripping and releasing it in a motion not dissimilar to a cat's kneading. ] This is the softest thing I have ever touched!

[ Zelda looks back at Darin with the intent of insisting that he feel the comforter too, but that thought swiftly evaporates from her mind at the sight of him. ]

Darin, can I touch your hair? I have always wanted to know what blue feels like.

[ Now, that might sound like a question, but Zelda has already decided that the answer is 'yes.' She gets up onto her knees and awkwardly shuffles over until she's kneeling right beside him. (Good luck getting her back in frame.)

It really doesn't matter how he answers, because she has already lifted one hand and is reaching over to pat him on the head.

Goodbye, self restraint. We hardly knew ye. ]