Needless to say her reaction to his presence at that moment was rather difference to the response he had received at the hospital. Still not quite welcoming, though he could understand that, and still as though she would like him to leave as soon as possible. But different and, all in all one might consider it positive – ish. “Well, you look it.” He offered her a small smile, not looking to comment on her current…weirdness. “But are you sure?” He asked, gaze fixed on her as he was still concerned.
Clearly Reagan didn’t want him here, she still hadn’t forgiven him and had no intention to speak to him, yet she also couldn’t risk his attention being diverted from her. It wasn’t as if she could start her usual catty comments she would normally direct at him, not in front of Luna anyway. Casting another quick glance over her shoulder, she turned back to face him with a forced smile. “Positive. I’m a erm quick healer. Like it never happened.” Even she could hear the difference in her tone of voice, the forced niceness that almost sounded pained. “Momma, up.” A tug of her jeans alerted Reagan to her daughter’s presence well before any words were said, causing her breath to catch in her throat as she tried to keep the look of panic off her face. Having no other choice and wishing that she was anywhere but here, she turned slightly and bent down to hold her arms out so that Luna could wrap her chubby little arms around her neck. Turning a lot slower than necessary, Reagan once again faced Kieran with her stomach in knots, trying to distract herself she stroked one hand up and down the little girl’s back in comfort as she buried her head in her mother’s neck shyly. “What is it you wanted Kieran? I made my feelings quite clear at the hospital.”