[ Zara blinks, frowning. The monsters he's known have all had human faces. She seems to understand that much, as well. Whatever she is, it clearly weighs heavily on her mind. ]

... Perhaps I should rephrase. Your heart doesn't look like a monster's heart to me. [ with a serious expression, he gazes straight at her. ] Your blood doesn't matter. I've met people of many, many species, and all of them are characterized by their actions, not the shape of their ears. To judge them otherwise is dangerous and foolish.