I mean, so am I, and I think the context matters here. There's a significant difference between getting drugged and raped in my sleep, versus a shy well-mannered young woman who has no possible means of knowing why she feels the way she does or even what emotions she's feeling, being swept away by a hunger that hasn't been understood in god knows how long in her world's collective history. One knew better but didn't care, the other was unable to understand from the start.