Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

As soon as she was settled, pausing hunched over the dirt, things began to right themselves. There was a strong smell in the air - a petrichor - and it threatened to cause her ill; but she steadied, and when Phox moved - eager to find help - Camilla changed her mind. She glanced at him and swallowed a lump in her throat, then said, I think -- I think I'm okay. Its not so bad. The wave began to recede, although the strong smell was still there. Maybe she was merely growing sensitive.