"Don't say that," Alexander said, frowning. "You're not a monster."
Mage? Sure. Monster? Monsters were evil. Whatever her deformities, she was not some slavering, evil beast.
And, after that day spent trading stories and gossip in the church, he noticed those traits less and less, anyway. Sure, sometimes it was hard not to stare, hard not to study her horns or feet and wonder how the hell she got that way--but beneath it all was a young, pleasant, naive village girl, and it was that girl he'd gotten to know.