PeachyCryptid

Chitter was able to handle many things, the putrid smell of potions gone wrong, the sight of festering bugs in a worn piece of wood, even the taste of fruit that had long gone rotten, but there is one thing the reformed changeling would always struggle with, physical affection. It's not that she was raised without love, in fact, her adoptive father would make sure she knew she was loved every day, making sure to tell her how important she was to him and taking a gentle hoof when it came to her herbalist training. Her father just wasn’t the physical type, whether it be due to old age, or just a general distaste for the touch. This has resulted in Chitter having her own….mixed relationship when it came to physical affection. It wasn’t that she hated it, oh no, she actively encouraged it, but it more often than not left her guts in an unpleasant knot, her body naturally feeling odd about physical contact in general. This has made navigating certain aspects of life a bit more difficult