Yes, yes, hilarious. She flicks her ears back and ducks her head in embarrassment, but perks a little when he manages to stand up without any help - and without any pain, from the looks of things. Much better.
She leads the way back to the console room; in this shape, it's easy for her to just follow their own scent trail back the way they came. She also doesn't have to poke along for Andrew's sake, which is a pleasant change. She trots along, nose to the ground, but when she reaches one of the intersections, she pauses.
... Hold on a moment. That odd smell she'd been blaming on the healing is out here, too. She stops in her tracks, sniffing more closely at a spot where Andrew had planted his hand on the wall for balance before. Yes, it's definitely there - faint, but unmistakable now that she knows what she's looking for (or smelling for). What is it? And if it's on his hands, too...
She turns to Andrew, tail wagging in the hopes that he won't worry about suddenly having a wolf giving him a thorough once-over with her nose, then proceeds to give him a thorough once-over with her nose. She can smell it on his jacket, too, and when she stretches a little to sniff at his head, there it is. She's quite sure he didn't smell like this before, like when she was helping him practice his splitting. And it's not as if it's a new soap or anything. Very strange.
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She leads the way back to the console room; in this shape, it's easy for her to just follow their own scent trail back the way they came. She also doesn't have to poke along for Andrew's sake, which is a pleasant change. She trots along, nose to the ground, but when she reaches one of the intersections, she pauses.
... Hold on a moment. That odd smell she'd been blaming on the healing is out here, too. She stops in her tracks, sniffing more closely at a spot where Andrew had planted his hand on the wall for balance before. Yes, it's definitely there - faint, but unmistakable now that she knows what she's looking for (or smelling for). What is it? And if it's on his hands, too...
She turns to Andrew, tail wagging in the hopes that he won't worry about suddenly having a wolf giving him a thorough once-over with her nose, then proceeds to give him a thorough once-over with her nose. She can smell it on his jacket, too, and when she stretches a little to sniff at his head, there it is. She's quite sure he didn't smell like this before, like when she was helping him practice his splitting. And it's not as if it's a new soap or anything. Very strange.