Some days, she hates being right. After a moment of consideration, she moves away from the dresser and stands next to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Of course not," she says gently. "I'd imagine you'd never been human before, either. It might well be the transition that's odd." She smiles wryly. "I'm not as far as you are, so I can't say for certain, but...it'll get better." Simply put, it has to.