Eiyre nods eagerly as Kaheska explains, following closely along with her every word. "Well, of course it's not<span style="font-style: italic">easy</span>to do," she quickly agrees with the woman. "If it was, then everybody would be do it and it wouldn't be so special. Is this one of those 'gifts' that you said that you and your sisters received?" she asks immediately after, the tone in her voice indicating that she hopes it isn't. "Or," she follows up much more hopfully, "is it something that anybody can learn?" As she talks, Eiyre nears the altar and squats down next to it. She prods the lifeless slime with a finger and then sticks the finger into her mouth as though somehow trying to taste it for a lack of soul, although maybe she's just plain tasting it.