Her scent rolled over him, like some melodious sound that overwhelmed his senses, filling him with her, with the essence of what she was.
She smelled of cool weather and crisp leaves.
The day she left for the academy, her scent was tinged with something odd, something bittersweet. It was something new, and he eventually decided that it didn't suit her.
She smelled of regret.
On his first day at the academy, he noticed a change in her scent, a trickle of something foreign that he couldn't put his finger on, but could only label as wrong. It wasn't until he met her captain that he suddenly knew what it was.
She smelled of him.