[ her concern earns a sympathetic smile, but this isn't really new territory for him; most of the shifters he's met on the ship didn't have it very rough on the transformation front.

her question isn't one he's heard before, though, and he's caught slightly off-guard, but the answer is easy. ]

Nora. My wife. And- a few others.

[ not all intentional, not all good memories, but it does give him a second's pause. ]

Purebreds seem to have it easier. Or it hurts and they like it anyway, they're kind of... intense.

[ he's slightly disturbed by the thought, and it's obvious in his expression and careful wording. it seems a bit more diplomatic than calling them creepy and insane. but daphne's fretting, and she definitely doesn't owe him that after the crap he pulled. ]

Seriously, it's fine. You get used to it.