I woke up to Aria asleep by my side, her arms wrapped around me. Kennith’s house only had one extra bed, which didn’t bother us at all. We had a little bedside chat about how Myrtle was always in nightwear, and Aria trying out my sister-in-law’s spare clothes.
As good as she looked in them, they were too big for her. Except for her knee socks and stockings, but Aria didn’t understand why they existed. I guess it’s hard to explain why you would wear them to someone who didn’t feel cold. She also complained about how clothes never fit properly when she transformed back, and that socks of all kinds were the bane of civilization, made by humans with no regard for dragon-human transformations. She was not wrong.
I didn’t want to wake her, as Buryan was taking her to Mithil Castle later today.
