Collette reached out, running her hand over Simmaeri's skin. She's not sure what she expected -- she's not sure how to describe what she feels now. She let her hand still, getting a sense of the immensity of the thinking, feeling person (dinosaur, but person) before her.

Collette broke into another smile, stroking her friend's face. "Can you feel that?" she asks, fascinated if for once, someone was in her place. Not numbness in this case, but a sort of thick enough skin as to make a touch like hers fail to register, but closer than most people not likewise paralyzed or born with an improper connection from pain receptors in their epidermis to their nervous system at large.