Placing your hand on her stomach, you rubbed her belly, gently stroking. It was funny, how most of her body was covered in an exoskeleton, but areas like this were soft, with a thin layer of fur that felt warm and fuzzy against your palm and fingers. "So do it. Fuck what everybody else thinks. You do what you want to do, it's the only way you're going to end up feeling good about yourself. Do what you need to for you. It's one of the only things capable of keeping me from going insane, maybe it'll work for you too," you instructed her, your hand drifting further down than just her belly.