Rosalba woke to the morning sun illuminating her tower room in the warm color of dawn. She stretched and moved to pull half-discarded blankets back over her naked body as if it somehow mattered.
There was a soft snort beside her, a flick of a long graceful tail.
"It's morning," Rosalba said softly. She had let the dragon in, and truly she'd been devoured, but-
"Should I leave?" the dragon asked in a soft growling voice.
"No," Rosalba replied. Someone would be there with her morning meal soon and she didn't want-
"We both should."