Moonspear [m] red cloud drifting

She didn’t do what he asked. It required a monumental effort for Talisman to peel himself off the ground and move a few yards further away. He wondered if holding his nose and breathing through his mouth might help matters.

They remained silent for a while, Talis preoccupied with regulating his breathing. Then Kusuma tried to make conversation.

Kusuma, Talis said rather nasally, I can’t concentrate on anything but the way you smell and trying not to smell it.

An idea suddenly hit him. Was Sialuk back? Talisman thought the head could provide comfort and guidance to Kusuma, without feeling as compromised as he did.

Do you mind if I call for Sialuk?