[The touch is warm, and oddly soothing. Pleasant, even, though she'd never say that aloud. Instead, she simply watches Aqua's reaction, the way she rubs at her arm, and the way her voice wavers unsurely.

She can't blame her. The situation is strange, and she herself doesn't know what to make of it either.]

Aqua, then. It's a pleasure to meet you. [Even physically, surprisingly, if the touch had been anything to go off of.] Admittedly, I know little of what is going on here, so I'm not sure how much help I can be.