[ Kylo blinks, momentarily confused. It doesn't help that she immediately wants to touch him after he withdraws his hand from her grasp, part of her loathe to give up contact of any sort. ]

Perhaps not but I've known him a lot longer than you have, I should have guessed what he might try to do. [ If she thinks about it too much she'll just get upset with herself, so she tries not to. No matter that most anyone else in their rational mind would be too afraid of what she might do to try and get inappropriate with someone she claimed. ] No matter, it won't happen again.

[ The foreign and unwelcome scent still lingers, though. It's sour to her senses, impossible for her not to focus on now that the immediate concern has been addressed by healing Poe.

She comes closer, moving into his space without hesitation, which of course only makes it even more noticeable to her. A quiet discontent growl slips out. Her mate shouldn't smell like anyone else. She knows it's not his fault, but that doesn't change the growing need she has to smother and erase the offending scent with her own. ]

I can smell him on you. [ Kylo murmurs, one hand plucking at Poe's shirt, an unspoken hint she wants it gone. ]