Yara blinked her eyes open, the early sunlight filtering in through the small window of the room. The soft sounds of breathing filled the air—hers, and the dragon's.
She carefully peeled herself from the warm bed, glancing at the man curled protectively around the egg. It was a surprise he didn't open his eyes the moment she moved.
He must be really tired, she thought, staring at his sleeping face.
He looked peaceful, his powerful body relaxed for once. It had been a long set of time and his body was healing.
She slipped out quietly, tugging on her boots, her mind still caught in the conversation they'd had the previous night.
The dragon was talking to her now, weird things but really talking. It had been... unexpected. Shaking her head to dispel the confusing mix of emotions, she slipped out the door, the sound of the latch clicking softly behind her.
Descending the stairs, Yara's thoughts wandered back to the Mirage Market.
