K, though deep in it, still was present enough to smile lazily at the changing of day to sunset, the warm breeze that still tickled over them. Fa's pleasure with the connection reflected back to K and she absorbed it too, making it truly their pleasure by the boon of the connection point Fa was so happily pressing against. She could feel that happiness, like a purring cat butting against her.

The physical, as they sorted out the non-, took on a maintaining pattern, a meditative repetition of predictable little waves of pleasure.