It had been a long, rough workout. Classes weren't really challenging the boarding school brat anymore. For a moment Kennedy wondered if even the slayer part of her wasn't a bit elitist. It wasn't so much that she felt a need to be better than any of the other girls. It was a matter of meeting her own expectations of what her body was capable of. When it all came down to it the slayer had always been her toughest judge and hardest task master.
And yet the effort was it's own reward. Her bronzed body was invigorated. Soon to be sore muscles sang with the joy of exertion beneath the pounding steamy spray of a post work out shower. As usual that meant that the lively latina would soon be famished. A different sort of mood struck the raven haired girl. Dressing up a little and with a mild dab of makeup Kennedy hopped down the stairs two at a time noticing that the private tutoring session she had passed on her way upstairs was still in session. A mild curiosity struck her about the well being of the woman she had taken a knife for. The deed was something she had no intention of holding over the watcher's head. She had done it for her own reasons and gotten exactly what she wanted. Kennedy felt like a slayer again, a protector, and not some violent force of nature following it's own will. That was a place she never wanted to return to.
Once in the garage the slow drip of wet hair began to soak the back of her simple but well hanging purple shirt. Grumbling in annoyance the fellagirlie girl paused a moment and leaned over pulling her hair to the side. Vicious twists forced out the majority of the leftover water about the time footsteps began to approach from behind. A slight roll of shoulders brought the stoic woman into view. "Back to work so soon?" The greeting was light and playful tinged with a relaxed, calming smile. "Are you sure you don't have a slayer constitution?"