“Warren, I didn’t get my human fur, the way you do. I thought I would get a black pouch for my back and the other fur that comes to you when you are human.” Tinker said, a little distressed. “Are you okay with me like this?” She asked, standing back from him and spreading her arms wide.<br/><br/>“Being human doesn’t seem all that practical. I’m cold.”<br/><br/>She stepped into his embrace, fearless in the knowledge that Warren thought she would do. She could detect nothing from him or from Marlene that they thought less of her because she didn’t have the human fur the way they did.