Gaia floated out of the chair. "Grifan, you can't be thinking of-"
"Don't let anyone come in." The look he sent her was a warning.
Gaia turned to glare at the sleeping Syryn and then at her brother. Brows turning down in distaste, she exited the room, slamming the door behind her.
Grifan frowned at the rude behaviour of his sister. Still, he was grateful to her for letting him know about the hidden treasure in the palace. Everyone knew there was a human amongst them but not all of them were aware of just what a delicacy the human was.
He curled his tail and lowered himself so that his arms were folded over the edge of the clamshell bed. Grifan touched the healing cut on Syryn's forehead.
"So fragile," he murmured. "Wake up, Syryn."
He smiled when he saw the human's eyes flutter open.
"Hello," he greeted the wary mage.
"Why are you in my room?" Syryn asked the stranger.
