Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

His muscles went a little rigid at her suggestion. It was tempting, naturally, but with all the noise in his brain and weight on his shoulders, he wasn’t sure he could perform. Cambria didn’t want to upset her or turn her down, though as his weary eyes shifted to her, he reminded himself that he wanted to be honest always.

I’m not in the mood right now, Dess, he apologized. By way of a comprise, he offered, We can revisit once we get to our destination.

He bumped his shoulder against hers, then climbed onto his feet. He swayed a little, as if his legs were buckling beneath the proverbial yoke now clamped around his neck. Cambria tried not to think about that as he swiveled, lithe body pointing northward as he glanced to Odessia.