Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

Instinct drove him to stay with Odessia, despite his conscious brain constantly yelling at him to get the hell out of dodge. By the dawn of their last day together, though, that voice had gone quiet. Maybe he was just zooted from all the hormones—not to mention the round-the-clock copulation—but it was almost as if he’d gotten used to her companionship, their routine.

Something touched his chest, rousing the Dragonling from a strange dream. Relief flooded him when he realized it hadn’t been real. He sighed as he regarded Odessia with sleepy eyes, her face so close he could barely look into it. He found he didn’t really mind. He was comfortable with her by now, enough so that he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth and share.

I just had a dream that you had twenty-six puppies and they were all girls.

He let out a breath, then shook his head. When Cambria inhaled, he suddenly noticed that her scent was dwindling. And that, in combination with his own words, really knocked him upside the head. Their time together was drawing to a close. It was time for him to skedaddle before he got attached to Odessia or, gods forbid, any new life taking form in her womb—

It was at this moment he knew… he fucked up.