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He didn't hear her approach or scent her on the breeze, still sorely lacking in the skill of keeping tabs on his surroundings. But as he meandered sullenly through the trees, he got the distinct feeling that he was being watched. Pheiros paused, turning his head to look around until he met the gaze of the stranger. She quickly looked away, offering him an apology for staring. Why had she been staring? Did he have something on his face? Was he that weird looking? He lifted his leg and pawed at his nose, lowering it to inspect it: there was nothing there. He looked back to the woman with confusion. Is there something on my face? he asked, insecurity searing in his chest. If so, how long had he been walking around like an idiot with crap on his face? His cheeks heated in embarrassment, matching the shame heating his chest from the inside.