Chapter 46. Wasteland
"That explains the smell," Zoe commented from where she and Eric were now tying ropes around the rust hawks
to haul them through the vents, and I sniffed at the air. My nasal passages were still a little clogged from all the dust in the office, but I immediately detected what she was talking about-the air did stink slightly of feces.
"If we brought any oranges, I can make candles," Tian offered, her voice still thick with tears. "Ca-" She stopped and fidgeted, her fingers fluttering up to wipe away tears while she caught her breath. She tried again. "Cali taught me, and it makes the smell better."
"Thank you, Tian," I said encouragingly, offering her a smile. "But first is the paint, okay?"
"Okay." She gave me a tremulous smile in return before turning back to
