I want everyone to see how beautiful you are.” I flushed, resisting the urge to rub my nose or tug at my ear. “I’m… I’m not really beautiful. By human standards.” “Yes, you are,” Lor said vehemently, reaching up to touch my pierced lobe. “Your dainty ears and proud nose and full mouth. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Jugs.”
