It really is terribly clichéd, and she doesn't even watch those kind of movies. Never had the time or opportunity, thought she's heard of them occasionally.
"Alright. The med kit should be somewhere inside the bottom shelf cupboards, over there. I'll be right back, okay?" She nudges her head towards the counters in the back, visible from where they are despite the growing chaos surrounding them. That said, she'll start taking a few steps back without turning away from him, that small drilling and most relentless voice at the back of her head no less insistent about how she cannot leave her back exposed to him. She does not get far, however, only a few couple of steps, before witnessing with her own two eyes his strained expression vanishing and his countenance seemingly do a complete 180. No longer doubled over in pain and panic, he's far more natural in his crouch now, as "natural" as one could be after completing a full turning from human into a phantasmal beast.
...Sheesh. Werewolves are really outside of her area of 'expertise'.
"...Eric?"
She doesn't manage to completely squash out the tentative and hesitant edge in her tone, looking back at him with concern and uncertainty despite the calm front she's maintaining. If he rises to his full height, he could easily have a whole foot if not two over her, wouldn't he? ...Ah. But no sense overthinking; it all depends on him, in the end. All she can do is wait and watch, as she had done from the moment they met.
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"Alright. The med kit should be somewhere inside the bottom shelf cupboards, over there. I'll be right back, okay?" She nudges her head towards the counters in the back, visible from where they are despite the growing chaos surrounding them. That said, she'll start taking a few steps back without turning away from him, that small drilling and most relentless voice at the back of her head no less insistent about how she cannot leave her back exposed to him. She does not get far, however, only a few couple of steps, before witnessing with her own two eyes his strained expression vanishing and his countenance seemingly do a complete 180. No longer doubled over in pain and panic, he's far more natural in his crouch now, as "natural" as one could be after completing a full turning from human into a phantasmal beast.
...Sheesh. Werewolves are really outside of her area of 'expertise'.
"...Eric?"
She doesn't manage to completely squash out the tentative and hesitant edge in her tone, looking back at him with concern and uncertainty despite the calm front she's maintaining. If he rises to his full height, he could easily have a whole foot if not two over her, wouldn't he? ...Ah. But no sense overthinking; it all depends on him, in the end. All she can do is wait and watch, as she had done from the moment they met.