Another grin, "Pretty much. I mean if I'd..." Her brow creased then, huffing a laugh and shaking her head, "I almost said if I'd just gotten bit it would have changed my tune, but I did get bit by things, more than once, and pecked, and scratched, never stopped me for long."

She shook her head again, giving a shrug, "And mom knew that trying to tell me to stop would just make me bring more strays home. It wouldn't have been out of spite, not really. I was just convinced that animals loved me." And she hadn't been entirely wrong, she did have a way with most of them, still did, not enough to go into animal medicine, medicine in general wasn't her calling, but she was good with most animals, wild and domestic.