The nicest thing about those arms is that she could lay her head on one of them. If he didn't mind. Just ... lean over and let him take a little of the weight, for a moment.

"I think I'd like it here," she said. "I like ... just being me. I'm ..."

She smiled. He couldn't see it, since she was facing away, and since he didn't have eyes, but really, he probably knew anyway.

"I'm glad you like me-as-just-me. It feels like ... like breathing."