Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

Licking her ankles doesn’t really make it feel any better but it gives Furi some sense of purpose, like she’s doing something to help it. After a while she gives up, not realizing the puzzlement going through Artaax until she looks up and over. He’s still sitting in the same position, her tail resting over his, and acting as a (formerly) silent guard.
 
The question catches her off guard, despite how casually he asks it. Her brows knit together and she awkwardly shrugs, shifting her hips away from him so she can better face him. “What?” she asks, staring up at him a moment longer. “I’ve been gone a few days?” she suggests, and then turns a little to inhale a long breath of her shoulder. Aviana materializes in her mind and her eyes drop to the ground. A quick wash hadn’t really crossed her mind despite a whiff every so often, giving her a painful memory that she’d rather forget more than anything. “I guess I was around some woman in heat,” she adds, trying to sound as nonchalant as she can and not at all like she’d just had her heart broken*.
 
* ego bruised