Now pay attention. His focus, and hers, returned to the mirror. It was like looking at herself through a kaleidoscope—the childish toys she had played with at the market after church—except instead of seeing a rainbow of fractured colors, she saw herself through all five senses. Suddenly she could smell her own scent—at least, how she smelled to Caspen—which was warm and rich and something else she immediately recognized, but couldn’t name. The sea. Caspen supplemented softly. You always smell like the sea.
