Matthieu's brain finally catches up to what he's doing. He retreats his hand away, glancing away out of embarrassment. "Sorry. I should have asked before doing that. You're not exactly...well. It was too brave of me to rightly do."

"But you will?" He didn't think the ahamkara would accept. The internal scolding of himself turns into mystified wonder. "That'd be great."

Though a problem did present itself now. "Though...I don't know if you can fit into my ship. Maybe I could get a small freighter..."