Kennedy hadn’t exactly gotten used to the-the creature...what had she called it? A Phantor? Kennedy shoved her anxiety back down when it clawed its way up her. The way it sat on her shoulder made her feel oddly unbalanced, but both of these things were just things she’d have to adjust to it since this ‘Ness’ woman had accepted her offer. Kennedy was always happy to open her doors to anyone, despite the size of the house. She enjoyed cooking and often had a fridge stocked to brimming with left-overs because she lived alone.

“Are you okay?” Kennedy asked in concern when Ness started to cough.