Miyuki consented and Yumeiko turned herself more fully onto the bed. One leg dangled off, her toes just touching the floor, while the other lay in front of her, bent such that her foot almost dangled off the end of the bed, too. As the tails were laid down in front of her, she gathered them tenderly and lay them over her thigh - as many as she could - before forming a comb of hardlight and starting to brush them.

Hardlight was not a natural power of hers. It wasn't like her actual sacred powers, which she had used to change clothes earlier. It came from the ship - from her communion with it, with the Aevon that made it possible. It had its advantages, too. She could feel with it, she could mold and shape it.

What was sacred anymore, anyway?

Wasn't that... [i]her[/i] decision, now?

"Yes, yes. I'll be quick." As Yumeiko worked through the tangled, unkempt fur, the comb she used shifted and changed. The teeth of the tool would grow coarser or finer according to how much resistance Miyuki's fur was putting up at any point in time. Despite saying she would do this swiftly, she took her time, making sure to comb the black fur thoroughly and get any possible sign of matting out.

She was still wearing the line cook getup? The priestess tossed the headband and apron aside gradually as she went through Miyuki's tails, each disappearing as soon as it was out of sight.

Yumeiko pulled herself further onto the bed as she finished with the tails, sitting closer to Miyuki's back. She carefully arranged the black fox's tails around herself as she moved on to combing her hair. "It's all very tangled, so it's taking a bit of time. I hope you don't mind too much."