Lion Head Mesa [wp] ferrous

She is kind, with a steady grip that hoists her up whether Zaahira wanted it or not. She allows it, although she refuses to apply her full body weight. Questions, thrown at her, and to each one, the aspwoman gives a shake of her head.
She thinks of Akhtar, briefly; but no, she would know by now if anything had come of it, would she not?
And besides—
No, I am a, a pause, a slight curve to her lips; an uncertain, almost sheepish look cast to the doctor; but one, intrinsically somehow, of knowing. what is the word for liking women when you are also woman?