At Winter's question, Estelle murmured something in her wife's ear, and Shiloh nodded her agreement. Estelle then nuzzled Shiloh's cheek with her nose before lightly kissing the spot and looking over at the Hothians. "Thanks, Win, but we have clothes on our ship," she answered for the both of them.
Shiloh offered a small smile, still struggling to clear her mind.
"Chini, ma sareen," Estelle prompted, taking Shiloh's hand to lead her toward the air dock between the two ships. "Wachamio!"
The blue-skinned Twi'lek followed her partner, glad to have the connection of their hands keeping her momentarily grounded. She didn't want to spiral in front of Winter, Elias, and Hiro. And definitely not Frost. The boy was overwhelmed as it was.