The moment carried a sweetness. Something hovered around Akane, making her not only feel safe with Taharial, but also connected and warm. "Don't worry about perfection," Akane said, blushing. She put her right hand against the medic's cheek for a moment, enjoying te weight of the contact between their heads. Small hairs drifted between them, a few even curling together. "This has all been spontaneous and wonderful." The Neko drew her hand away, but kept close to Taharial otherwise. There was no reason to pull back from such a lovely moment.