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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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He stops and turns a little at his name. He watches her for a moment, probably seeping her fear into her scent. He moves back over and reaches out. He's hesitant, but he touches her cheek, hand still over his nose. [color=7bcdc8]"I know you're scared, but I have to leave right now. I have to grab some scent blockers and a nose punch if I want to even step foot in here. I'm lucky my ruts don't align with when I come here, but that doesn't mean.. I can't go into one. This is your first one outside of the pill, so it'll be more potent. I can already tell from your pre-heat scent."[/color]

He draws away and sets a hand on her head, but doesn't ruffle. He then turns back towards the door. [color=7bcdc8]"I'll be back. I promise. Try starting your nest to get your mind into your instincts. Let me know when I come back if you feel like anything is missing from it."[/color] He pauses at the steps. [color=7bcdc8]"And don't be embarrassed if you get undressed. It's natural."[/color] He then quickly goes up the stairs and closes the door. He leans against it for a moment before grabbing his wallet and going out of the house. Dammit.