She sobered and, maybe noticing the storm that Blaise had felt move over his face, quirked a brow at him. "Blaise? Are you okay? It is hurting right now?" She stepped into him and he caught that scent again. Mint, lavender, vanilla. And something he now recognized as amber. Earthy and homey. Comforting... gorgeous. He was certain he'd smelled it before, a long time ago.