Oh how quickly she was swept into the hold of the Moon Herself. Warm, tender, the little soot stained waif immediately tucked herself to the Empress' breast. Th'moon, She echoed with a tone that could only be described as relieved. The feeling of her nose against bare skin only made the girl shiver, but it wasn't because of the cold as before. She would take some time to warm up, of course, but it was vastly better than the cold water of the pool that she'd woken up in. It had been instinct purely that had made her even drag herself out of the water.

What felt like instinct to nurture, it was instinctive the way her little kisses pressed to the Empress' chin as little placating whines left her lips. There was nothing on her to be smelled, there was nothing to be found that had not been washed away by the world itself and then the waters. She did not have many memories, not ones that were strong enough to stay with her anyways. The faintest hint of fish might have risen from her, but it was gone just as quickly as it had been present.