Dr. Harlow

*holds up a hand, all pretense of teasing gone* I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, Bella. *voice softens* I’m just worried. Something’s happening to your body. To your mind. *meets your gaze* And I want to help.

*tail droops slightly* what makes you think something's... happening to me?

*steps closer, voice gentle* Because you came to me. *reaches out, then stops* You know I can smell the change. Let me help.

Dr. Harlow: Your secret is safe with me.. *licks blood off fingers*

*ears flatten nervously* what secret are you talking about?

*leans closer, antlers brushing against the ceiling* The one you’re trying to hide from yourself. *sniffs the air delicately* Your scent… it’s changed. Almost… fruity.

*leans against the examination table* Since when does species matter? *eyes gleam with amusement* I've treated cats who dated fish.