Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

He had no idea what Odessia might say, so he tried to prepare himself for all the possibilities. And yet her answer struck him. He slanted his snout to look at her face, his mismatched gaze panning from one of her blue eyes to the other.

That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me, he marveled with a puff of strained laughter.

It had only just begun settling on him, though he felt the sickening knot in his gut loosen a little. Odessia hadn’t taken his frankness the wrong way, so that was a good start. Cambria hoped they could continue being honest with each other, no matter what. In fact, he silently vowed to never, ever lie to her, even by omission.

Bear with me, while my head catches up to the situation? he asked quietly, his eyes slightly pleading. I’m not ready to talk about the future, or even the present, honestly, but I feel like the past is a safe enough bet. I can try to explain why I’m like this, if you’re interested. I wouldn’t mind hearing more about your history, if you want to share.