Unlike Agate, Fa had very little to offer K in the realm of direct connection; she was an almost singular point, her connections to the rest of Nexistence somewhat tenuous in the best of times. She was like a fleck of snow against the window of K's domain easy enough to see but harder to safely engulf. Never the less, she strove diligently to butt up against K, which gave her physical gestures a slower, more dreamlike quality.

She settled back down on her arm so that she could rest her head against the throw pillows of their deep couch, sighing in a combination of pleasure and awe, listening to and feeling the other woman's responses with a delighted appreciation.