At the touch, Prism visibly starts, snapping out of her revere. More hilariously as she stares up at Jocelyn, she starts to slowly fluff up. Her wings puff out slightly, everything from primary feathers to the downy ones near her shoulderblades raising up slight, making it look like her there's more mass there that in reality. The thin circlet of sleek feathers that had grown in around her neck and along her arms - she hadn't had time to pluck them lately - had done so as well, raising the slightest bit out of reflex - to even a degree, it looks like her hair gets bigger. It's frankly adorable, and as Jocelyn finishes the gentle touch, Prism can't help but notice her own peculiar response.
"I'm - I'm fine, just, liiittle more... um, not quite the type of contact I'm used to with friends?" Prism slightly blurts it - goddamnit, this was the girl she tried to kiss five minutes ago, she's either incredibly effective at flirting and knows exactly what she's doing or she's one of those people completely oblivious to their own power - and Prism can't tell which. "It's - it's not bad, just, just - different. Aaaand a little flustering. Um, sorry."