The crudeness of her language made the cheeks of poor Dal turn darker in colour. However, she was able to smooth it over and stop the blush from spreading too far. In this particular state of undress, Dal would probably turn her whole body into a different colour from blushing. "Thou...mightst be able to change thine body?" Dal tried to sound hopeful, at least, as best she could, but it was a little difficult. Senka was probably quite right about her comment, and well...it wasn't her fault after all. The body her parents had created for her unfortunately wasn't like the regular Thanati.
Dal had probably found a rather excellent medium, no pun intended. She was not overly fat, nor was she slender and lithe. People seemed to like it, at least, a few of the visitors from across the sea did. A lot of the sailors who came into port when she was around would whistle and some even made some...pretty lewd comments toward her. However, she ignored them, men who simply could not control their own bodies. Though they meant little to the Thanati, bodies were still important, they still held meaning, and they were still gifts from the Goddess.
"Thou doth allow him to still experience life Senka, though he may not be able to feel it with his own body...but he still may experience, and he may still feel it." There was a blush on her face though from the talk of flirting with a pretty medium. She was pretty sure she knew what she meant by that particular comment. The idea of Zoran being interested in her in such a way was...it wasn't disturbing, but it was unfamiliar to say the least.
Dal put on some thick gloves and took the pot from the stove, placing it on the rock counter top to cool. She placed it on a special device that would secure it, and the lid to the counter, so it wouldn't splash around or accidentally slip off the counter and make a mess. The person who had designed this special holder was absolutely terrific, and she was very grateful that someone had the same problem she did with cooking on a ship.
"Verily he art a wonderful artist. I art amazed by how talented he is." She admired the designs on her flesh, rather surprised that Zoran had designed them all on his own. The two of them were quite lucky to have each other, for Zoran to be able to create such beautiful works of art, and for Senka to allow them to be put onto his body. Her body was his canvas, she was the testament to his life, to his creativity, and she was the vessel so he could express himself. Even in his death, Zoran was still able to leave something for the world to see.