While Scarlet was enjoying her much-needed rest, I got homework done. It was the first time in months that I felt like I was working with a clear mind. Psych work was exhausting stuff, but whenever I was tired, I would look at Scarlet snoozing on my bed. That soft smile she had on her face was all the encouragement I needed. If I could help a dragon, then I was pretty sure I could help normal people. Normal people can’t even eat me, how passé.
From my previous experience of her emptying entire pizza boxes in record time, I guessed that flying made her hungry. Given the journey she had just returned from, she was going to wake up starving. Unfortunately, all I could find during my trip to the supermarket were fresh fruits and wine. I washed up everything I bought, and placed them on the ta
