She does reach out for Nai as they go, because she can at least always talk to him, wherever he's gone. Probably find him, too, but he doesn't want to be found and she doesn't want to look. They've had enough intruding on each other's space for a long while.

[I am, for the most part, grateful and appreciative of the results of your actions]

[wheee, immortality~ :D]

[???????]

Then, because she's pretty sure he needs it right now, she sends him all of the things she does, in fact, like about him.

He's brave enough to stand up to the whole world and his own twin brother to protect those that can't protect themselves. He's cute and sweet and good at thinking (and also graphs) and it's super clear he was incredibly, insanely handicapped by not being able to read or project to humans. He's been suffering so, for so long, alone and lonely and surrounded by crazy people and unable to see a way out. He should stop hating the human side of him, because it's also the side that gives him agency and foresight and argument. There is good there, there is beauty there. She hopes he can see it, and will love it as his sisters do. As she herself does.

And then she'll leave him alone, because no seriously the poor guy had her yelling in his head for who knows how long, that has got to suck so much.

[?]

[:(]

[everything okay?]

[talking to Nai]

[he needs a hug]

And then, because she does notice Nai replying, she sends him a little psychic equivalent of a hug.

...yeah okay now that she's fine Zash is kinda able to feel sympathy for him again.

At the hug Nai does the psychic equivalent of shrinking away and hiding in a corner.

Yeah.

[love] she sends to Nai, and then yes she'll leave him alone.

And it is long past time that she had a shower.

Zash... is free to help her with that.

[considering we got kind of interrupted...]

[yeah I grew a whole dick for you and here you are thinking about my brother, tsk]

He's absolutely helping her with her shower—or, at least, accompanying her in it, because it hasn't been a month yet so he's still contractually obligated to be touching her at all times.

[don't even joke about that you have no idea how goddamned difficult it's been here without you]

[identical twin brother!! of the man I love!! right there and koala hugging me with legs and everything!!!!!!!]

Actually, no, they can stop talking about this, they have other things to do. She's still not 100%, but whatever percentage of her is present is Zash's. AHEM.

[oh have you been having twin threesome fantasies]

[I wouldn't be totally opposed]

[I'll need to consult my budding sexuality on this later though right now it's just you]

Now, see, there are two nice things about being psychic: he doesn't need to use his mouth for speaking, and they can share all of their emotions and feelings and sensations with each other all the time. That makes it very easy for them to figure out the best ways to make each other feel good. There's a constant stream of [lovelovelove] in the background of everything, and that only makes things better.

[just us] she agrees.

Sex as and with a psychic plant hybrid is really really great, actually.

And so are the cuddles in the afterglow.

Honestly though the thing where they can just be in each other's minds is still his favourite. He hasn't had this in a century and a half and it feels... so good. He's a plant. He's not meant to be alone, in his head. It feels like finally breathing in after spending most of his life underwater.

[so where did you even get my DNA] is one of the many thoughts that come unbidden to his mind, and which he can just share without having to convert it to words.

Being in each other's minds is admittedly also really, really great. She likes it here. It's comfy.

[..?]

[and where the hell do you think I did. that giant blood puddle when we first met. I was onto you from the start you absolute goof.]

[were not]

[you were suspicious you were not onto me]

[I could tell, I was there]

[just keep telling yourself that~]

[I will, thank you very much]

(lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove)

[I'm having trouble having any kinds of coherent thoughts]

(lovelovelovelovelovelove)

[I hope you're okay with mindscape stream of consciousness]

[it's comfy here! I like it]

(lovelovelovelovelovelovelove)

[I am absolutely about to crash though, I don't think I've slept in literal days]

Oh.

Oh oh oh they can sleep together and he doesn't have to block his feelings out anymore and have to go under after her and wake up before her for fear of tipping her off. They can just. Share their feelings. And not hold back.

Oh he thinks he might start crying again. Yep, there he goes.

[???? you've been doing that???]

[I'm here I'm here I'm here]

But yeah she's absolutely not going to be able to stay awake to comfort him properly. She'll just fall asleep nestled in his arms, sending a sleepy, unconscious (love)

That's okay this time he'll stay up after her only because he's holding her and sobbing. They're good tears, though, and he shares his entire emotional landscape with her while he does it, and listens to her dreams, and just exists alongside her.

Eventually he manages to fall asleep, face still puffy from crying, and in his dreams he can be with her too.

(...he got what he wanted. So why does he feel so wretched?)