Homily refused to yield, standing in front of Shesheshen. She stuck a hand into the urn, then smeared rosemary oil down her face. Shesheshen tried to warn her that this wasn’t that monster. “Do not!” But Homily slapped another palmful of the oil across the scale mail of Shesheshen’s top. Its vapors stung her eyes, and she tried to shield them with a hand.
