Abida took in each berry, her mouth and lips kissing and at times sucking each finger that touched her lips, the white flesh vanishing in between her lips. Her eyes trained on the ceiling, and at times shifting to look into Sister Nasers face. Her green eyes soaking in the loving looks of the Sister. Each word was accompanied by Abida looking over every line, every muscle, the nipples, each arm, her hips, her neck, her face, all as Abida listened to the curious story being told.<br/><br/>Abida thought, the story answered some question and presented others. Particularly the power of souls to transfer knowledge and power against the anomalies that the Sister and her people called daemons. The story of heroism though struck a good cord with Abida, she recalled heroes and renowned and venerated people back home. But even more interesting was just the name of this hero. Ephrael Stern, the name seemed, or sounded nearly Akkadi, she recalled her friend Aksun Yiztrael or another Milo Del Sternik, the names, the syllabic similarities. When the words of her sacrifice were said, and the Sister leaned in for a kiss, she felt her nose rub against her lovers face, the tingling sensation of her passion on top of her, the two tasting one another. Abida eagerly embraced the kiss, making it a deep one, her caressing Lillas lips.<br/><br/>When Lilla finished Abida smiled "Ana he bek, Lilla," Abida repeated, her smile and her eyes again looking over her love. "Ha' Borak Ephrael Stern, Blessed is Ephrael Stern," she nodded translating words from her language into Gothic. "I hope to be worth serving, I think it gives me a bit of purpose to know I am someones purpose." She spoke, her tone conveying that emotionally connected feeling she longed for on this ship. "I don't wish to sound down, but it is warming to know the Imperium has good people in it," she said as she took the bowl of fruit, now mostly empty, off her belly. She rolled to her side and smiled with a loving look as she leaned in to kiss Lilla again on the lips. Just a quick peck, her nose rubbing against the Sisters cheek. "I've heard of such darkness," she smiled "Somethings had to be right." She spoke again before leaning in for another deeper and longer kiss, her lips sometimes grappling with her lower lip.<br/><br/>She then sat up, facing off to the wall. "My heroes and their names, I don't know if I can even speak of them without someone calling it heresy out here." Her tone seemed almost melancholy as she spoke the words. The line on her back and the contours of her back muscles and bones would cast a few shadows, seeming to reflect the gloom of her words. She fell back, laying on her back, her arms folded onto her belly, her two pointer finger meeting and rising to form a small archway for which she looked through down to her feet. "The machine cult doesn't like the innovators, the creators, ... your the only one I feel I can trust with these words." She spoke again contemplating speaking allowed her opinions of certain unsavory aspects of the Imperium. "Aziz El Andulous, he pioneered so many inventions. When our people discovered the derelict Tau craft, he was the first to go inside, and the first to look into its secrets. While all other scientists feared what might be inside, he boldly went in. He did the autopsies himself, and spear headed research to reverse engineer their crafts and weapons. That is who I want to be like, someone who boldly goes. A creator of great things, an inventor who make progress for everyone. I wish to be a spear head of progress for humanity." She spoke her dreams allowed, hoping to whatever deities might be listening that Sister Naser would understand. "What I know of the Imperium, little I like, I get the feeling everyone is afraid of the future." She sighed her face turning to look to Sister Naser, she looked her up and down and smiled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>