Envy slipped into the room when she left, eyeing the bandage with distaste. “You smell like a dead goat that’s been baking in the sun for days.” “That’s oddly specific. I’m sorry you’ve encountered that before.” I closed my eyes for a blessed moment before opening them again. “How’s the dragon?” “Safe. Seems to like the habitat on your grounds. It’s been chasing its tail and pouncing on moths. Little bugger bit Val, too.”
