Azpen's voice was soft and Elowyn was confused.

“You alright? Heard something.”

She took a deep breath, then another. The scent should be fading... right?

She rose and opened the door a crack. Azpen stood there, arms crossed, but his face unreadable.

Elowyn was trying to sound tough.

“Dropped my brush. Sorry.”

Azpen clearly wasn't buying it.

“Baron says you’re the scent but now, you're a storm."

“Then don’t stand so close.” Elowyn replied quietly.

There was a ...