The next morning, I woke up with the distinct sensation of something heavy on my chest. I blinked my eyes open to find Ember curled up comfortably on top of me, his little claws digging into the fabric of my shirt.
His scales, usually a deep, fiery red, were now a soft, warm orange as he slept peacefully, clearly content after the chaos he'd caused the night before.
I gently nudged him off, trying not to wake Seraphine as I did so. She was still asleep beside me, her hair fanned out on the pillow, looking far too peaceful considering the explosion that had woken us just a few hours ago.
Ember stirred slightly, letting out a tiny puff of smoke before settling down again at the foot of the bed.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed and started to dress for the day. As I was buttoning up my shirt, I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
