When Zog woke up in his nest, it was already afternoon.
So decadent.
Ever since his relationship with Furin had deepened, his body was getting weaker by the day.
Even an Ancient Dragon's constitution had its limits.
He tried to roll over.
He couldn't.
"Ouch, hey, my wing's gone numb. Move it. Don't you know how heavy your head is?"
Zog stretched out a claw to nudge Furin's head off his wing, but he didn't dare to use too much force and failed to move her.
"Wake up! I can't feel my wing anymore!"
Ever since the two dragons started sleeping in the same nest, Zog no longer had to hide his little Pocket Monster-themed dragon nest.
Unfortunately, it was a bit cramped. Using Magic to enlarge it directly always made the mattress feel less comfortable.
'I'll just have to wait for the custom-made, king-sized dragon nest.'
Fortunately, being dragons, they only ever pinned down large appendages like wings and tails, not hair.
