[this is confusing. She groks ‘succubus,’ thanks - but she’s met plenty of game constructs with personalities and motives beyond what was ascribed to them / but she’s being hugged now? This is apparently happening. Should Deedee let it happen?

After a moment she hugs back. She thinks... she thinks she wants this to keep happening.]

I shouldn’t have mentioned - I’m, people know me as Deedee now. My friends. People that count, it’s been kind to me. But I see in my minds eye my old self on a hospital bed and.

[she hugs back harder]

Your world have owlbears? There were five of them when we translated, one for each of us. I - this body - still has the scars. Fucking owlbears.