Luz put a paw to her chest, and felt something unfamiliar.
"Partner, that's among the most downright touchin' things I've ever been told," she said, softly. "I don't know how right or wrong y'are, but what I'm hearin' is that you believe in me. An' I swear, that means plenty t'me."
Luz bit her lip and stirred her cocktail with her straw. "I got plenty I can say of myself that ain't so flatterin', and I know Brisa ain't nothin' but smiles toward me fer sure, but it helps t'know some folks're impressed enough with me."
She sniffed, and considered where to go with this. Sweet as Puddle was, insisting that everything was fine and she was super great hadn't worked for her before, and it oughtn't to work now. So what would help? Sure, becoming a flesh and blood creature would solve some of her problems, but it wasn't exactly something she could intentionally work towards...
"I met Zeraora of Cibus," she began, thinking aloud, "and I realised that I'm far more sociable a critter than her. I talked to Joule, and found that fer all that we're his offspring, it don't mean much. I met the original Luz, and I learnt that I know nothin' of who she really is and was. I guess I found out who and what I wanna be, and I decided to talk to my host about bein' . . . family, I guess . . . and then we all turned out t'be eternatus-incubators after all. Just in time fer me to actually care about that. 'Cause now... Now, not only does Brisa not need me, but I might be a threat...?"
Luz grimaced, and downed her drink. It wouldn't numb a thing, but at least it was satisfying.