Pudding nods almost frantically at that, at meeting another person who's used to being surrounded by water. "It's - the flood was so different." The words feel stupid on her tongue, but fuck, she's not used to being earnest and sad and scared. Well - not to feeling all of those things so enormously, so on the surface. "I've never been scared of water like that. And then this - with the portal in the lake - coming out of something so small and then sending our well-wishes back... It's just..." It makes her feel too big for the space and so much smaller than the ocean ever did, at the same time. A few more passes with her sleeves manage to get her eyes more or less dry, or at least no longer overflowed and streaming.

"Your song sounded like home."

She thinks that's safe to say. And fuck, she needs to say it.