Kennedy winced at that. She didn't really consider herself to have a 'darker nature' most of the time; it wasn't like she sought out babies to chow down on whenever the urge to snack hit her. It was just when her body went through the stupid moult that she was forced into it. "This is like a twice a year thing, max," she said, reaching down to pick up a discarded scarf to wipe her hands with. "I wouldn't do it at all if I could skip it without dying."
"Does what help?" she asked, following his gesture and frowning. Did the meal help? Well yeah, or she wouldn't do it. She had to figure he'd meant when she'd put the bones back in the stroller. "It seems less disrespectful than just dropping them on the ground," she said, shrugging, then sighed. "You don't have to be afraid of coming closer," she said. "I'm not going to bite." She wasn't sure if he'd been staying back for his own safety or for her comfort, but if they were going to have this conversation she figured it'd be easier to be in a more comfortable conversing distance.