She was pretty sensitive to lip-biting; her own teeth were sharp enough that if she didn't do it very carefully she'd draw blood. "Wish I could offer you some Chapstick. Great stuff, Chapstick. I don't seem to have been brought here with any though."

"What we need to do," Anwei laced her fingers together at the back of her neck and bowed her head backwards, staring up at Stacy's tentacled ceiling, "what we need to do is help her personality to strengthen and to move apart - to separate - at the same time. So that each part feels that it isn't being threatened by the other part getting stronger. The nastier bits can go do nasty things - there are places for such AI's, or confine her to one Sensorium and let her play with dolls in there - and Stacy can go where she pleases."