"Would you like to borrow my blanket? It is very heavy and comforting."

It smiles wryly. "Anyway. People trying to enforce their worldview on me in an attempt to be helpful to me is...something that's been a gentle constant since I've arrived on the ship. Some feel like I need to heal, and that I must recognize that my existence has been abusive from the start to do so. Others want me to seek greater personhood for myself. Or want me to acknowledge that I have all the hallmarks of being a Real Boy already, in a gender non-specific way. And I get that there's good intentions behind it all, really I fucking do. But."