[If this were a normal day, Moran would probably avoid the touch, but as usual the Cordis moon seems to make his own touch-starved need for contact even worse than it normally is, and the need for more Chroma doesn't make him want to avoid touch.

So instead, he leans into that hand, smiling, and nuzzles it a little... and his tongue comes out to play, teasing the soft fingers.]

I do not believe we have, no. I have never been to Heaven, if such a place even exists at all.

Now come. I believe you might need some moonlacing to feel better.

[Moonlacing seems to solve most things in this place... and Moran needs more Chroma too anyway.]