Good Morning for Healing [open]

The shifter kept her blue eyes averted from the little feline and she felt her control slip into place a little better. Dignity was was in short supply when you occasionally and spontaneously turned into a fluffy, silly dog!

Kennedy was largely unaccustomed to anyone showing concern for her welfare and she flushed deeply at the kind of solicitous attentions of not just one man, but also the esteemed Dr. Neville as well!

She immediately reached up and worked to smooth her hair with shaking fingers, and found the beret hanging ridiculously off of one ear. With the skill of long practice, she braided her hair and used a lock of hair to twine in to tie up the end of it neatly.

"Really, I must look a fright! I do apologize for being so untidy."

Kennedy had received years of lectures since birth to be neater, tidier, and cleaner. Her mother had abhorred disarray in any form and she's passed along the message to her only daughter.

Riley's face caught the girl's attention, more specifically, the stubble that invited a hand to stroke his jawline and linger over it.

'Oh! He's older and I really shouldn't be thinking such things but he smells so -good- and I could touch his face for days!' Kennedy's thoughts were swift but surprising and she didn't yet realize another side effect of shift changing. Her animal instincts were much stronger right afterwards---especially attraction to scent and tactile sensations.

"I really shouldn't keep us standing about if your knees are aching. We all should sit down then."

The painful bruise on her hip and backside throbbed but she would be the last one to mention something so undignified in front the two distinguished men!

He'd asked after her, but Kennedy was never the lying type for she saw no reason to. She would NOT however, be telling anyone how much her derriere hurt!

"I uh, I'm just a bit discomfited is all. Sitting down for a moment will surely cure what ails me." She answered diplomatically. It would be far too crass to mention the injuries because of their location and she returned her attention to Dr. Neville.

Kennedy was reassured by Sean's tactile contact and her immediate instinct was to completely trust him. She felt a moment's sympathy for the ache in his aging knees and was glad on her decision to sit on the bench. Making him go further than he needed was just rude and if there was something she couldn't abide within herself, it was rudeness.

"We should definitely go sit on the nearest bench." She spoke and thought simultaneously. She was an open and honest girl and usually spoke her thoughts aloud. Some might consider it a virtue while others would see it as sheer naivete. "You're correct Dr. Neville, my knees are in excellent condition." Kennedy smiled up at him as she spoke.

She was at a loss for words in polite conversation. They were both male and older than her, with one of them being a psychiatrist and the other smelling far too good. The girl had interrupted their private conversation and made a clumsy fool of herself physically and verbally.

The girl couldn't say aloud that the Dr. was much nicer and more human than gossip had rendered him and that Riley (to be called only in her mind) smelled and looked amazing. Her hand itched to stroke his stubble and bring her face to rub against his nicely scritchy cheek.

"I do hope I wasn't interrupting anything. You two must be busy with Hammel workings. Although, I don't recall seeing you around before Mr. Riley." She offered up as best she could for polite conversation.