He led her further into the room, closer to the altar, just as the priests showed him in so many demonstrations. By the hand, he should guide her to the altar. Then he should see her comfortably atop it. It seems a bit tall for her, from his rather high-up perspective, so as she drew near he provided another tendril for her to step up with. It was always Good to be helpful.

His mass more or less surrounded the altar around her, only a few feet making the difference between him looming over her or not. He was used to looming, being unable to touch any of his worshipers for his entire existence so far. It needs not be so with his bride... but something still told him it wouldn't do to simply engulf her, no matter how interested he was in this touching sensation.

With a few more tendrils he tried again. One remained clutching her hand, while another found her other hand and experimentally slid up her arm. A third hesitantly rested on her shoulder, giving the very slightest of squeezes. It may or may not have been very reassuring.

She was so warm. Warm, and soft, not at all like the stone in the room around him. Humans looked like stone, so rigid and concrete in form, but it was surprising to find they felt nothing alike at all.