She shakes her head. "No, I know it wasn't me," she murmurs, reassuring. "I trust the way you love me. I love you, in this body. I'm part of this body." Her fingertips trace down Ulla's side, as far down her curled tail as she can reach.

"Do you think learning more will make it feel more yours, or less?" Because she can understand either. Her own body is exactly like her old one in form and function, save a lot of scars, but nothing has made it feel exactly right.