Depends, what lead to that, whats the situation surrounding this? I need context man, context!
One thing is for certain tho, I’d be extremely happy, maybe even feeling a little shy/awkward.
I would feel with my hands, same as I’d do if it was Lyra. Except with more wing rubs, and I wouldn’t expect quite the same over-eager response to them.
The best word to describe it would be “euphoria.” I’m talking the sort of profound joy normally promised only by religions and drug dealers, a state of total contentment that drives out all other concerns from my head–concerns like “how did I get here” and “how do I get home”.
