She stumbled back and nearly fell, hopping on one foot and windmilling her arms. She hadn't expected him to shove her away.
"Of course I know what limits are... I just thought you'd need a hug! Sorry about the space thing, though."
Kendhl turned her gaze away and rubbed one arm. She didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. The glare she recieved brought a flushed her face bright red, and she felt sorry and embarassed. The girl knew he was a foreigner to physical contact. Nervously she ran both hands through her hair. Twice her fingers caught on tangles, but were swiftly ripped out with a brief spark of pain. Her eyes were on the sand next to her, and when she finally stopped combing her hair they raised to his face. If only he could smell how sorry she was. Humans relied on sight and words to tell emotions... Why couldn't they have enhanced scent to rely on too?
"I'm sorry, Gale. Will you at least tell me why you're unhappy? And angry? I can't hear your thoughts. I don't have that great hearing."
The last sentence ended with a cringing chuckle and a wince that made her hunch her shoulders up a little bit. She just wanted him to stop being such a pessimist... Was that so bad?
"I can smell your mistrust. Or something. I'm not sure what it is. Will you please tell me?"
She scratched the side of her head and stared at him.