Sesselav only believed she had trouble with remembering what she wanted to say, and perhaps that she did have difficulty expressing her emotions to a degree. Her thoughts must have been a jumbled mess, all things considered, her mind filled with bugs and the constant buzzing swarm around her. It would surely be enough to make anyone have difficulties speaking. Sesselav could relate in some way, because she had been part of a colony, and she had thousands of voices and images in her head before, making it hard sometimes to tell if her thoughts were her own.
"I understand. There is not much that can be helped, I think some of them aren't fit for another...person to help with." Like finding a potential shape shifting mate. That would just be awkward to ask help with. It wasn't as if she really wanted to find one either, but it would have to be an option, a possibility if anything. She may very well need to create a new colony, and she would need the help of a creature with such diverse genetic stock.
"I am quite happy to talk with you Hasea, I have not had to really answer such questions in...forever. There is a difference between instinct and desire. Instincts often tell you basic desires, the instinct to seek shelter, warmth, a mate, food, and all those things. However, these are things that are simply bred into you. My...body...on the unseen and unheard level...the mind asleep level, tells me to breed, to feed, to procreate and to be the Queen that I was born to be, to command a colony. My mind, the awake one, the part of me that IS me, that I am...does not see the desire to. I do not need to be a Queen, I do not need to mate and procreate the species. While...part of me wants to be Queen, I know that this world is not my world...and I should not introduce my species." It could wreak havoc on a lot of delicate ecosystems, potentially upsetting the balances of power between certain races. It could be completely disastrous, and she was not looking to do such a thing.
"So it is all about the mind asleep, and the mind awake. Am I controlled by what my species tells me? What my species did for perhaps thousands of years, and now is a part of me? Or do I do what I want to do, what I would like to do." She explained carefully. If all else failed...if it really...really honestly failed, and she could not find a way home...she might make a small colony. She would have no daughters however, and would most certainly ensure that whens he died, the colony would as well. That was the last scenario however. There was of course, the chance that as she got older, as she lived here more, she might not see such need to do.
It was a curious thing, to think of how the world might change her in a few years.