"But mine isn't." She doesn't sound upset, or even sad, necessarily. Resigned, perhaps. Cole makes them feel calm, and she's glad for that. Even if she can't achieve anything similar, even if they don't feel safe with her, she's grateful that they feel safe at all, that their stress is lessened by Cole being here.

He will just know, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't still talk with him. Conversation, it's not a bad thing. She talks to things that can't understand her all the time. Why wouldn't she also talk to someone that can understand her on a level no one else has ever been able to? "I'm glad that you're here, and that you calm them. I wish I could do that, but I'm not like them, I can't communicate the way they do." She brings the chinchilla close to her face, lets it's unspeakably soft fur brush against her cheek. Such a beautiful, soft, trusting little thing.