She... understood. In her secret heart of hearts she enjoyed making poetry, but would be very embarrassed if someone were to ever actually read them. Caution and secrecy was the Octarian way, and they were so good at it that they were able to vanish from the surface of the world for one hundred years.

"You are being you." She smiled, trying to be encouraging. "I won't ask you to dance for me if you don't want to. Something that makes you happy shouldn't make you feel scared. We all have to find our own ways to be the person that we want to be and to have the courage to be that person."

Which was... not something that she could do for him. It was something that he needed to find for himself. She knew that, but oh how she wished she could give him the confidence.