Baba nodded slightly, her eyes dropping to the feet in question when he brought them up. Yes, that was very interesting. The boy could have had a foot problem; some people were very particular about feet, or there not being feet. It was odd how people focused on a body part and either reviled it or reveled in/with it. Either he really did have odd feet, or he had an odd perception of his feet.
"I see." She continued to look at his feet. "Well, I don't. Your feet are your feet. And if they are shaped differently, they can't be comfortable. I knew a satyr once; he wanted to hide in the mun...mundane..normal?" She paused as she thought of the word; while mundane world could give her away a little, she tried to cover. She doubted this one was a Fable. He felt like the others, a story as usual, but he felt like the one...the one who could smell her. Her hand decided to stay on the poor boy's shoulder, rubbing softly to comfort. "Normal world, not cut off from it. There are those who think hiding is the best route, others who don't."
"He looked odd. He looked odd in his cover, trying to hide his goat legs. He looked and felt better when he didnt' have to hide. He was himself." She gave him an understanding smile. "But, normal people, humans, don't always get what it means. They're just as different from each other. No two people are exactly the same, unless they're copies."
"Genetic code?" Baba was somewhat familiar with this phrase. Somewhat.