"Oh." What Tarzan had meant dawned on Inara. She reached out to him, gently, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. About your parents. And about not having understood what you meant earlier." She frowned. She didn't want him to feel as though he were lacking in any way. It wasn't his fault that his English wasn't all that fluent. "Would you mind telling me about your life in the jungle? What it was like for you, and how you dealt with the fact that you knew you weren't like the rest of your family?"