Val extended one tendril towards Adrien's fingers, and he touched it - it was both cold and warm, cold as icy breath and warm as loving skin; the feeling was both new and eternal, both simple and incomprehensible. Adrien ran his fingers onto the tendril; although it looked like smoke, it had an outer surface that he could touch, yet when he tried to grasp onto it, his fingers would close onto themselves, never finding any resistance. The tendril flowed around Adrien's hand, then wrapped around his wrist; and now it felt more like a snake or a rope - like it had a presence and a weight. Adrien weaved it through his fingers, playing with it; it seemed to take whichever shape would most ignite his curiosity. "What are they, anyway?".

"Spirit", Val replied. "They are an extension of my essence, reaching out of my chosen physical form. And right now, they are only for holding you... so I may touch you with my spirit".