[Pulse wasn't used to others empathizing with him. He tensed up a little when he felt Maisy draw close, feeling a little confused. But, somehow, it felt really familiar. Perhaps if he were the size of a softball, and she were holding him in both hands... It would probably be weird to tell her that she also felt like his mother, so he didn't. Instead, he reached up and scratched at the side of his helmet where his temple would be, if he could reach it.]
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Er... th-thank you, Miss Maisy.