[The tendril felt... weird, smooth and cool in a way that made Tim's palm tingle a little. It tangled itself up with his fingers in a manner that he kind of got the impression wasn't a conscious decision, like it had a mind of its own and that mind really liked Tim.]

Yeah, you, uh, you kind of feel weird? But not bad.

[Really liked him, apparently, because he had multiple tendrils winding their way around him, touching his face and his arms and even back to his wings, like a very affectionate octopus or something. It was almost sweet?]

I did?

[He looked down at himself, and, yeah-- the edges to his limbs, to his whole body kind of looked fuzzed out, like a slightly unfocused photograph.]

Oh. That's... a thing. Uh. I'm not really sure what to make of that? [Other than that he wouldn't need a filter for selfies. His skin probably looked great right now.] It doesn't hurt or anything, so I guess it's fine?