Ouroboros Spine kaituktuk ⊫

Fleurette had not spoken much since following Iaghe and Andr to this place. It wasn’t necessarily her interest, the art of healing, but she was sure learning a thing or two. It seemed important to Iaghe, and what was important to her was also important to Fleur. And, Andr, too, but she felt a little distant from him. Not because she was angry, but she had felt that her smell had pushed him away. She didn’t understand it, didn’t know what it meant. 

When the older woman, whom she learned was called Kukutux, opened the floor to questions, she couldn’t curtail the words that bursted from her. “Why do I smell funny? It seems to…I don’t know, tickle Andr’s nose a little too much.” She eyed him as she spoke, her cheeks blushing, embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. He’s so handsome, she thought. “He said it was something natural, but I don’t know what he meant by that. And, he has kept his distance, so I figured it smelled bad.” She shrugged, feeling the weight of her amnesia settle onto her shoulders.