As Oyushi floats, a lone tentacle slides over to touch her forehead.  When contact is made, a questioning sensation pours through, wondering about the equipment, and whether the human wants to keep it with her, or leave it behind.  All the while, more tentacles slide up, this time gently supporting her where she floats instead of trapping her, and tenderly teasing her, instead of coarsly abusing her.  A light apology also floats through the link, an undertone of previously severe desperation and hunger offered as a reason.