It intrigued Rarity to see that his body hair grew so oppositely from most other creatures. Having patches of hair in places where--with anything else--there would be none, or much finer hair at most. She stared up at his smooth back and the intricate pair of wings that adorned his shoulder blades, until a pang of guilt stabbed Rarity's heart at seeing the left wing ruined by the scar left from the Thunderbird; knowing it was her fault that it was there to begin with. She didn't find scars appealing in the least, but Atchmon managed to help her understand how they could be seen as attractive; and she couldn't imagine her rugged human guardian without his proofs of might and adventure. 