Enyo untangles herself, leaving the grey's flesh feeling empty where Sister had previously touched it. It's odd, isn't it, how one can go months knowing a piece of them is missing, but that it isn't until they rediscover that piece that they begin to wonder how the hell they coped without it for so long? She's missed Sister, of course she has, as much as she misses Father, as much as she misses Mother, but it had been more like an itch in the back of her mind, something that haunted her dreams and added colour to her nightmares. She'd fretted for Enyo's wellbeing, but she wouldn't say she'd been overly anxious that her twin had met some ghastly fate in her absence - she and Enyo are both daughters of the Basilisk, and there is no creature on the planet with the strength to down one of them. Now she's clapped eyes upon Sister, though, it seems unthinkable that she ever went so many years without being frantic, as though a limb had been severed and flung carelessly aside.

Oh. The soft word from Sister's mouth jerks the gargoyle back to the present, and she looks towards her diminutive sibling with a question in her eyes. She follows the pale one's gaze towards the black Basin stallion, towards that odd contraption that she'd passed over so easily before, then down further... "Oh," she mirrors, her eyes almost boggling out of her head. Well, jesus. That's....something. Swallowing uncertainly, suddenly embarrassed despite her usually infallible attitude towards anything sexual, the mare finds herself darting her gaze around and directing it at anything but the giant-ass beast-dong that swings around in that feat of engineering around the stallion's waist.

Is the sight of such a thing (or, at least, its covering, like a Christmas present all wrapped up) supposed to make her feel all...warm? Is that natural? Because surely nature cannot be so rude as to snatch the senses of the Basilisk's firstborn twins, lowering them to base instinct instead of the steel-bred hell-creatures that they truly are? She swallows again, looking firmly back to Enyo (Ker, unhelpfully, is bent almost double to peer beneath Astarot's stomach to see whether he's got one of those frightful things as well). "Basin," she says, not quite sure why she's said it - she's still all of a dither thinking of that monstrous appendage tucked away inside its leather holster. "Will you come back to the Basin with me? Well...us." She glances back to the unicorn, keeping her eyes firmly on his face and not anywhere south. Once she gets Sister away from here and into privacy, they can talk. She can explain why she'd gone against Father's wishes and moved to the Basin, she can talk about Kaos, about Mother...and maybe about leather-wrapped dicks, too.