A groan of relief escaped Arwin’s lips as he sank down onto Lillia’s bed, letting himself completely relax for the first time since he’d started learning Dwarven Smithing from Wallace. He’d managed to drain his magical reserves completely in the process of helping Lillia prepare dinner. She’d had several new ideas she’d wanted to test out, all of which had ended up consuming a whole lot more magic than either of them had thought. The results had been an incredibly delicious dinner and a rather exhausted Arwin. They’d made so much food that it had taken the entire Menagerie — and Wallace — nearly two hours to finish everything. The dwarf had then proceeded to collapse on the spot, dozing away in a content slumber.
A weary grin tugged at Arwin’s lips. It had been a stressful day, but a good one. His muscles almost seemed to murmur their approval as all the strength finally fled and he let the tension leave his body. He managed about a second of blissed and utter relaxation before he heard something moving through the air above him and a poorly suppressed snicker that spelled doom. The air was knocked from Arwin’s lungs in a surprised grunt as Lillia flopped down on top of him.
“The Demon Queen shows her true colors,” Arwin groaned as Lillia wound her limbs around him like an octopus and let out a content yawn — one that he suspected had been stolen from his own lips.
“No complaints allowed when you’re in my bed,” Lillia replied into the side of his neck. Her tail wound around his leg and she relaxed into him. “It’s not my fault you’re so comfortable. I’m glad you weren’t wearing armor, though. That might have been painful.”
“Can’t you see in the dark?”
Lillia mumbled something in response, but she’d buried her face into the bed and his neck so closely that he couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“What?” Arwin asked, holding back a laugh.
Lillia let out a muted sigh, her breath tickling against his skin before she scooted back a bit so her head was rested against Arwin’s chest instead of his neck. Arwin drew on a force of will and lifted one of his arms, slinging it over her back to return her embrace. Lillia let out a small noise of approval. “I said I was exhausted. I really thought we were going to have to fight Wallace.”
“It definitely got a little close,” Arwin agreed through a yawn of his own. “I’m glad things worked out. He’s a bit stiff, but I think his heart is in the right place. It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t know what class I took, though.”
Arwin awoke, rested and prepared to face the day, to find something chewing on the nape of his neck. He wasn’t a complete stranger to the sensation. He’d had a number of things try to take a bite out of him in his life. Some of them had even actually pulled it off to varying degrees of success.
He jolted, momentarily forgetting where he was as his mind raced to try and relocate itself. By the time he remembered that he was lying in Lillia’s bed, he’d already gotten halfway through sitting up.
They’d managed to roll over in the night so Lillia was atop him once more, and he only managed to grab her before she was launched off the bed through sheer instinct. She let out a startled yelp.
“Huh? What’s going on?” Lillia asked, the weariness evaporating from her words by the time the sentence had finished.
“Sorry,” Arwin said. “Something woke me up. I didn’t mean to sit up so suddenly.”
“Oh. It’s fine.” Lillia shifted to wipe at her eyes. “I think it’s probably for the best. I’m so excited to start working with the Crag Lizard that I think I was dreaming about it.”
Arwin paused for a second. “Did you happen to be tasting something you cooked in your dream?”
“I… yeah, actually. How did you know that? Was I talking in my sleep?”
“We can just call it an inkling,” Arwin replied, fighting to hold back a laugh. “Did it at least taste good?”
“You can’t dodge the question like that, but of course it did,” Lillia grumbled. “I made it. Why wouldn’t it be good?”
“You’re glad — what? I’m confused.”
“And possibly hungry,” Arwin said as he scooped Lillia up and swung his legs out of bed. He took a moment to find his footing before setting her down in front of him. “Did you want to go find Ridley before you start messing with the Crag Lizard? We should probably leave it as it is for as long as possible. I don’t think you’ve got enough ice boxes to hold even half of it.”
“Definitely Ridley first,” Lillia said. “I was exhausted last night and wasn’t thinking straight. I need to prepare before I start working with the Crag Lizard. I’ll have to plan the dishes I’ll make and spread word in the city that I’ve got something new on the menu. No point passing up on the opportunity to drum up extra business. And if I do that, I might need to expand first as well. Just the size of that thing alone is too much for the inn as it is. Can you find out if it’ll stay good in your smithy?”
“Sure,” Arwin replied. “I’ll do that before I get started with anything else.”
“Thanks,” Lillia said. She made her way across the room and Arwin heard a soft thump as she pulled her nightshirt off and swapped to something new. She headed back over to him and paused for a moment before wiping at Arwin’s shoulder with her sleeve. “I think you were drooling a bit.”
“I suppose I was hungry as well. You must have been passing your dreams onto me.”