Lisle lifted one of her abbreviated hands to the side of her head, running the stubs of fingers along the curve of her ear.  A furrow of thought appeared on her brow, but it was accompanied by a slight nod of - if not acceptance, then at least resignation.  The idea of a tail was more of a blow, more of a distancing from her humanity, but all in all, these two modifications were little more than cosmetic.<br/><br/>It wasn't like the mangling of her limbs, making her unfit for any human activities.