The sound of water dripping filled the room. Arkan ascended slowly from the pond in his chamber. His body was still weak due to his injuries. But his heart was light as a feather. He shook his body slightly to get rid of the water from his body.
"You like her that much, do you?" asked Cecil. The cat perched herself on a big boulder just a few feet away from the pond. "That you'd risk using dream magic even in your weakened state?"
The dragon had finally come up to the stone floor entirely. "It's worth it."
"The spell takes a toll on you, Emir," Anthony chimed into the conversation, "Especially your body is not in your prime state."
"Careful, Emir," Cecil warned. Her tone made Arkan's blue eyes flew directly to the cat.
Emir scoffed. He wanted to say that the cat worries too much. But
