It's still strange, holding on to his awareness while dwelling within Sorey; before he'd only waited and listened, dull and empty to everything but a call or command, or a sign of danger where his presence would be needed. Now he's far more thoughtful and attentive, seeing the world through Sorey's eyes, and it's all as new and bright as that day in the river. The human world is diverse and vibrant, even with the daemons crawling about just outside their gates. The people are truly alive in a way that malakhim just... aren't. Not in any way that he can remember, at least.

Sorey's been indulging him with sights and experiences, and he's tried not to let it be a distraction, but sometimes he just can't help it. Being allowed to do things, to feel things, has put his senses into overdrive; he wants to feel and experience everything to make up for never getting to do it before.

The scent of food, conveyed through Sorey's body, catches his attention as they wander, and he'd wondered whether or not to say something when Sorey caught him before he could decide. Vahvuus focuses on the contents of the stall, taking in the appearance of every sweet, until he at last speaks up.

"That one on the far left... with the filling. What is that?"