Luckily Hana is mostly watching the mothlings and doesn't notice the blush - or, if she sees it, she assumes it's something else.

"Dekany?" Hana whistles an approximation of the scale, not too bad for someone who had to teach herself the basics of music. The next thing Sasha says though has Hana's full attention. "I'd... read something like that this week, I think," she says with a frown. Reading about the moths was one thing - especially when nothing felt particularly real - but understanding that they were sentient creatures, that they had babies with names who ate shrimp from her hand... She frowns, which doesn't sit quite right on her face thanks to the euphoric. She doesn't like that one bit.