Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

Naturally, he was still processing when he heard petite footfalls behind him. Cambria smiled a little when he realized he had come to recognize their unique sound. In hindsight, he couldn’t believe how goddamn dumb he’d been. He’d willingly walked right into a trap. He could only laugh bitterly at his own absurdity. He’d really thought he could just spend the week with her, conceiving new life, and then walk away like it all meant nothing?

He supposed it was a good thing he was only capable of such things in theory, not at all in practice. Cambria sighed and peeked over his shoulder, unable to bring himself to smile as their eyes caught. He appreciated her patience, her willingness to give him more time. Truth be told, he would need a lot more of it to make peace with this. But he’d made his bed and now he must lie in it.

Sorry about… that, he offered weakly. He paused, weighing his next words carefully. We haven’t known each other long but I feel like I can tell you anything, Cambria admitted in a soft voice. I would like to tell you the truth, Odessia. Especially now that we’re… inexorably connected.

Whether she wanted to hear it was up to her. The Dragonling swallowed and watched her face, planning to honor her wishes either way but nakedly hoping they could start along this path with total, maybe brutal, honesty.