Chapter 19
Nahtaia closed her eyes as she took a deep breath through her mouth, pausing from wrapping the sappy leaves Oren had brought around Kale’s shoulder wound. The pungent stench of decaying pixies stung her nose and stimulated her gag reflex.
“Are you all right?” Kale asked, though the nasality of his own voice was apparent. Everyone was holding their breath as Oren rolled and dumped the gray bodies from the den. It didn’t take much time for a pixie’s body to wither and the flesh to disintegrate after it died, leaving behind relics of bone. Nahtaia shook her head and blinked away the stinging tears that brimmed. She wasn’t crying, the smell was just so strong.
“I’m not sure I can sleep in here,” she said, looking over her shoulder to eye the blood staining the wood where they wou
