Several hours later, after Maria has departed on her solo mission in Shang Mu, Rob decides to brave the bedroom. Expecting to open the door and find Hanna still seething over the prank, he's surprised to instead find her standing naked in front of a full-length mirror, analysing every inch of her arctic pelt, the balcony curtains closed.

"Get out!" Hanna snaps.

Rob backs out of the bedroom, but leaves the door open. "Would you mind handing me a blanket and pillows?"

"Use your cloak," Hanna growls.

"Look, I know you don't think it's funny, but you have to let it go," Rob sighs.

"My fur and hair are ruined and I look hideous," Hanna replies gruffly.

"I know you're not happy being all white now, but is fur colour really that important?"

"Yes."

"Not to me it isn't," Rob declares, entering the bedroom again.

"I said out!" Hanna barks.

"No," Rob replies in soft defiance.

"Why would you want to see me like this?" Hanna asks, spinning around to fix Rob with a volcanic stare.

"Because you're my girlfriend," Rob explains simply.

"Your girlfriend is orange," Hanna states. "Not white."

"Right now she's white," Rob states. "Besides, your true colour isn't all orange, is it?"

"Red is just a different type of orange."

"I meant your ears, hands, and feet," Rob explains. "And of course your front and lower jaw, which are the right colour even now."

"You just don't get it," Hanna states with finality, turning back to the mirror.

"You're right, I don't," Rob admits. "So explain it," he requests, perching on the bed.

"My colouring is part of who I am," Hanna begins. "It's part of my identity. I was able to rely on my colouring to help scare and intimidate."

"Red is commonly associated with aggression, and orange with fire," Rob states.

"Exactly," Hanna agrees. "But now I look like a ghost… it's just not the same."

"Some people find ghosts scary," Rob offers.

"Funnily enough, I don't have plans to terrorise eight-year-old kids," Hanna retorts.

"You could always try to scare Maria," Rob suggests.

"Four problems with that," Hanna replies, turning to face Rob. "One: she's already seen me like this and found it hilarious. Two: she behaves like a child because when she was a child she couldn't. Three: Maria's not scared of ghosts. And four: the only person allowed to see me naked is you."

"You could wear a white bikini," Rob suggests.

"…OK, I'll give you that one," Hanna reluctantly admits.

"Lexi always said you worry too much about your reputation," Rob reminds. "And she's right."

"What's that got to do with being white?" Hanna demands.

"As you just said, you were able to rely on your colouring to scare and intimidate. A large part of your rep is built on that ability," Rob replies. "And now you're white, you can't rely on the colouring, and you think it'll hurt your rep."

"That's… accurate," Hanna admits.

"Just doing my job," Rob flirts.

"Does it really not bother you that I'm the wrong colour?" Hanna asks.

"Not in the slightest."

"Huh." Hanna sits down beside Rob. "Why not?"

"Because I didn't fall in love with your fur," Rob explains. "I fell in love with you."

Hanna blushes, an act made more obvious by her peroxide-whitened fur. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"It's the truth," Rob confirms. "OK, I'll admit, the fact that you're very pretty and have an amazing figure helps, but it was getting to know you that made me fall in love."

"And I love you too," Hanna replies. "I just have one last question."

"Hm?"

"Am I still sexy?"

Rob leans over and whispers in Hanna's ear. A moment after, Hanna wraps her tail around Rob, pulls him to her, and kisses him passionately.