[That's certainly part of it. There's so much less information coming in across her sensors. The world feels quieter, in a way... but louder, in others. She's aware of the muscles in her feet, of the sweet smell of incense, of sweat on her skin. There's not data, there's feelings.
She takes his other hand. He's warm. Their hands press together, soft flesh.] I-I think so...
[She stands, slowly, though it takes her a moment to understand how her knees work. When she's fully upright, she... falls a little against Minato before straightening up.
She looks down her front, and gasps.] --I have feet!
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She takes his other hand. He's warm. Their hands press together, soft flesh.] I-I think so...
[She stands, slowly, though it takes her a moment to understand how her knees work. When she's fully upright, she... falls a little against Minato before straightening up.
She looks down her front, and gasps.] --I have feet!