Raiha's head snapped up when he made that comment about arguing with herself. Her golden eyes widened, only to narrow as she regarded him for a long time without saying anything. How did he know? How could he know? "It's not that easy. You can say that, but you have no idea," the Akontak was quiet as she eyed him, lips pursed, ears drawn back, her bread forgotten. "I can't stop it. It just happens. And it would be a lot worse if I didn't talk with her all the time. So I'm sorry if you don't like it, but if I'm getting used to your surly demeanor, then you can get used to this. Because it's not something that can be changed. It's part of me like breathing is."
I guess he had better get off at the next port, because otherwise, he is going to be very unhappy... Kanikra chuckled. Raiha did her best to try to keep any sign of her internal argument from coming to the forefront. This was interesting. Very interesting. Clearly, she needed to do better at this, and improve fast. Else, well... it would be too obvious. She couldn't have that. That was not good, not in the slightest...
Be quiet. Just be quiet. She managed it a little better this time as she focused her intent gaze on Asim and made sure it stayed there as she worked deft fingers inside the loaf, pinching another piece of crumb. "Yes, that is where the Konti call home. An Akontak is a mixed-blood that sometimes happens when a Konti and an Akalak come together. When an Akalak fathers a child, the resulting baby is always an Akalak... and the Konti work the same way. Whenever a Konti has a child, the baby is always a Konti," she nibbled on the bread. "But when a Konti and an Akalak produce a child... it can go either way. And sometimes, you get me. Neither one nor quite the other. That is what an Akontak is."