Sawtooth Spire concrete solutions to slow our decay

He drew closer and for a change, Echelon felt surprisingly overwhelmed. A growl found itself suppressed deep in her throat, only to be let out as a sigh to his question. Not one of particular annoyance, but rather some sort of resignation that she had piqued his interest and her indifference of his existence would not deter him from keeping her company. Slowly, instinctively tucking her muzzle downward as she turned (though she had no reason to fear at sort of assault from him), she turned her face enough so that he could see.

But the entire time her coolly colored eyes may as well have been trying to burn holes into him. She couldn't have speculated too far as to what his interest in her was, or rather, what was wrong with her. But she made it short. "Can you fix it," and it came out not as a statement, but rather half of an asked question. But she didn't think she needed to finish it, knowing if he had been there just to be nosy that she would muster the strength to drive him away.

meanwhile, as i have a coughing fit half to death...