[ At least she can feel that, coming from Timcampy. She reaches up to gently pluck the thing off her head and instead put Timcampy on her lap, so she can gently pat him in return. ]

It's fine. I am quite used to it by now. [ It's been a thing ever since she was little, after all.. ] I suppose that at this point it is just a part of who I am. I might feel odd if I didn't see things anymore.