[Flare actually relaxes a little at a time as she sees his reaction, manages to pick out features. The... not fear, but concern. Understanding, in Leatherhead's eyes. The way he doesn't turn away, but doesn't stand in defiance. He's just... another person.

Just like any other offworlder.

By the time she speaks, she's at least managed to untense herself, though she's not quite managed to get her ears or wings under control.]

You're tellin' me. Our heads and our hearts. When you're led t'believe somethin' for so long, nobody telling you different, and then end up having a different truth shown to you first-hoof...