Basira only just restrains an agonized groan, but she lifts her hands to her face, rubbing her temples. Well, that's going to haunt her. Doesn't she have enough to deal with as it is without adding supernatural lesbian erotica into the mix?

"It isn't--- like that." It is, and it's getting harder to argue that it isn't - but, her pride, tattered as it is these days, demands that she must. "We're starting to work it out. Making more moves towards it than we did when we were alive, anyways. It's just---"

She lets out a short, frustrated sound as the words escape her.

"We're not--- we don't usually talk about that sort of thing. We just get a feel for it, and that's always been it. Changing that is--- it's a process. You know how it is."