She could feel the heat of his body underneath her, the rippling movements of his muscles as he ran.  She could smell him, like dog breath and the coppery tang of blood, that faint sweet smell of meat on the verge of going bad.

Ew.

She could smell herself, her body odor.  She hadn’t washed in two days, but she liked her own smell.

…fair enough.

Did Brian and the others make sure you washed up when you were all living together?

She liked that her belongings and her place all smelled like her.

The stench is her most powerful ward against enemy infiltrations.