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He wasn’t phased by the crow—somehow, he remained calm. She turned to him, impressed. “Impressive,” she complimented.

The smell of the flowers began to waft up and tickle her nose, and she breathed in deeply. The smells together were … disgusting, if she was being totally honest, and she frowned to herself.

When she opened her mouth to apologize, the tickle in her nose expanded to the back of her throat, and she began to cough uncontrollably. Although she motioned to him that she was fine, forcing a smile and curling her tail in a way that was reminiscent of a thumbs up. Eventually, she stood and went to the stream to drink, which quickly resolved the issue.

“Sorry,” she said, clearing her throat as she looked over her shoulder. Water dribbled from her chin, wetting her shoulder.

“I shouldn’t of brought so many strong flowers.”