There was a delicacy, therefore, in how K touched on the small, bright point that was Fa. She was thankful for the smallness and the brightness, cognizant of the role both traits had played in saving K -- saving Kay -- when things had gotten sticky. So she didn't engulf the smaller AI but offered a nestling-in, a small, warm channel and a point of contact should she want to take them.

K kept responding in kind to the physical stimulation, too, letting out gusty breaths and groans at the meditative little circles Fa was tracing, and the heat and wet that went with them. All of this was luscious, all of this was good.