Kestal stepped back as Aren pulled Ocarern into a hug. She felt no pang of jealousy, she was just happy that her two friends seemed to care as much for each other as she did for them. The kiss, on the other hand, made her avert her eyes. Why him? He's just upset. Why don't you kiss me? I want a kiss. With a little blush rising in her cheeks, she brushed her hand against her face, feeling the hotness there, and ducked her head. Don't do that silly.
But as she looked to Ocarern, she saw his own blushing, and just smiled that she wasn't alone with feeling slightly embarrassed. With his sudden crashing into him though, she just laughed, finding the moment completely awkward, but endearing all the same. That's what made them special, she decided, they could always be in contact, and no one thought more of it. Wish he would though, she thought, casting a sly glance to Aren, before collecting herself again.
And then she was being pushed along the road. She wasn't strong enough to even try resisting, and she just shook her head, laughing. "Alright, Rennie. Settle down!" She side stepped out of his way, and fell to his side. The laughter caused a tightness in her chest, and she took a wheezy breath, which quickly turned into a fit of coughing. The coughing was deep, chesty and wracking, and she had to stop, one hand pressed to her chest, and the other covering her mouth. Her whole body convulsed with the power of them, and when the fit was finally over, she was paler than before, and a sheen of sweat had broken out across her brow.
This is not good. smile. Smile at them. She patted her chest a few times, her mouth curling in distaste beneath her hand, before she took a slow and shaky breath, and gave them as bright a smile as she could manage. "'Scuse me. I must have over done it tonight. I have a tickle in my throat. Wh-where shall we go? Down to the docks?""