"I am sorry," Mauve said in a tiny voice as she sat in bed.
"Don't talk to me," Jael replied as he lay down with his arms under his head. "You couldn't have aimed elsewhere. Even though I washed off, I can still smell it."
"I didn't have control of it."
"You knew you were going to throw up. You said it yourself. Besides, it could have been avoided if you did as I said."
"I am sorry," Mauve repeated.
He looked up at her, and she stuck out her lower lip. "I am sorry," she said again.
"I am not angry," he said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, the smell caught me off guard."
"What did you expect?" he asked.
"The last one didn't smell this bad."
"It wasn't the only thing that burned."
It also wasn't that close. As soon as it started to burn, it moved and quickly set the surroundings on fire. Mauve's stomach twisted again. It really was that bad, but at least she didn't have to worry about throwing up again.
