As is that which you have given me.

[Perhaps because he was from a world the likes of which he had told her tale, that many species were to him the norm... she does not know the cause, perhaps, but she has never felt from him the surprise or confusion she receives from others with two legs. The feelings of difference. At least, not for body.

And that has been more important to her than she’d known- until he had gone. So for her to deny him acceptance-

Cautiously, carefully, she shifts her weight from one hoof to the other, trying to memorize the way it felt to have a human hand upon her hide that was not a master, not a buyer, not a fellow jinba, finally releasing him to move as he’d like, her own arms finding some fleeting purchase around his neck, fingers passing briefly over his hair (still shorn so short).]

If- If you desire to lay hands when we are not alone... you may touch my shoulder, [the lower set] my hip... or lean against my flank.

[That was... generous enough, perhaps? Was it not?]

... but should you kiss me like that again, I will be less gentle with my strike.