NOVA
Rhydar is fussing over me like a worried mother hen, and yes, my body is reacting. Badly. But, unfortunately, my mind is fixated on the half-eaten lamb meat on my plate. Did they really have to ring that stupid alarm now? Now of all times? Rhydar is focused, a slight crease in his brows. Our proximity is making me dizzy. I still don't understand the urgency of the situation and why he suddenly seems like he's...worried about me. And that is really strange.
I watch as he places new scent blockers around my wrists, but these look different. They are transparent and barely noticeable. They wrap around my wrist like colorless tapes. I blink at them, confused. I've never seen scent blockers like this. Ever. And that's saying something, especially since I've used quite a lot of scent bloc
