[Before, Rey never had what one would consider "lady friends" to consult with about personal matters. Always keeping to herself didn't improve her chances in having "girl talk" with anyone, other than what she eavesdropped on from time to time.

[And she was a curious little sneak.

[Usually wearing her boots almost all the time, Rey doesn't often feel the earth under her feet, either. But she could see the appeal. It isn't until Konoha mentions Iris, however, that Rey's other thoughts throw themselves out the proverbial window.]

Wait. You think you'll be stuck like this for Iris...?

[Rey doesn't know how long the tea's effects last, but knows what the moon cycle entails. She also knows that, based on what... minute details Konoha had previously shared about her husband -- more specifically, his size -- then her current form would undoubtedly restrict her from certain Iris activities.

[Now Rey is the one turning red, her eyes darting away as her other thoughts go fuzzy from just imagining the ways someone with a human body and a male jinba would go. Not very good.]

You... You know how to, um. Take care of yourself, though. Right? If you have to worry about Iris shit, that is.