"You are what you choose to be," he said gently. "The Dreemurs accepted you as you are. As do I. And Sun. And Chell. They did not ask you to grow fur, or longer ears, or branches, or to make parts of yourself glow in order to have a place with them, and neither shall we. You are Chara, and that is enough. Whatever you look like, you will always have a place at my side, and I at yours."