She coloured again, a little, and shrugged. "I thought there was a good chance I might have to grow fur, so discarded them. Ever transformed in boots? It can kill you, tangling up your paws. When I followed the fire, I neglected to retrieve them, I'm afraid." She rubbed an arm, and studied him a little longer, chewing on her bottom lip. "I can't imagine hiding this kind of thing from everyone for years and years simply because it wasn't okay. Must have been difficult."