Oh great, now they were both afraid of where this might be headed and what their meeting might mean. She put her hands on his shoulders in what she hoped was a calming way, her yellow eyes searching him up and down. "I... I mean I don't know for certain, but Kurt, look at you! You're just like me, and where you're not..." She glanced behind him at his tail. "...you're just like y-- the father." Your father, she'd almost said, but she didn't want to frighten Kurt any further.
"If there's anyone who would know for certain," she continued, "it would be Charles. We need to talk to Charles."