Date the being with changing eyes and shaky hands. They are not soft. They are not kind. They are terrifying, angry, and so very sad, but being around them reminds them to be softer, to be kinder, and makes them ever happier. They are trying their best. Hands that used to harm now cook the tastiest meals and grow the loveliest plants. Teeth that used to tear now only gently brush against your skin when you kiss. Arms that used to crush simply squeeze, simply hold you just rightly when the world becomes too much. They are not soft, but they are no longer sharp, cutting. They are not kind, but they are no longer cruel, heartless. They are learning. They are becoming better. Their eyes that once spelled death for anyone who peered too deeply into them now simply caress your soft, gentle human skin and soak in the beauty that you are.