"Why does the air carry such a foul scent?" Lucia pondered aloud, her tone tinged with confusion. "Surely, skipping a mere three days of showers shouldn't make me smell such a horrid stench."
"Lance, is it possible I'm afflicted by some bizarre ailment? Could I be nearing my end?" she queried, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and disbelief. "Why else would my scent be so overwhelmingly unpleasant?"
The young dragon, her scales shimmering faintly, voiced her concern with increasing anxiety. "Healthy beings shouldn't emit such odors without cause. Perhaps only the ill suffer this fate, is my time coming."
"Don't frighten yourself with such thoughts," Lance replied, his voice calm yet firm. "You aren't ill. The stench you notice is due to the medicinal concoction you drank this afternoon, intended to bolster your constitution. It purges toxins, impurities, and grime from within, hence the foul smell."