And she'll feel it, as he slips in, as he takes her sense of taste and one of her arms suddenly seems to be numb, the one laying over the one holding him to her chest. More importantly, there's the presence sliding into her consciousness, warm and fond and absolutely a churning something that he won't quite let her feel carefully.

[ Yes, I can feel the hug. It's different from when I have a body. Arthur sometimes puts his hand over my mask when we're spending time together. ]