How To Massage a Dragon

Arad stood, walking toward the stairs and carrying Mira across the broken steps. "I can walk!" she cried, unable to escape his arms.

"Not taking any chances." Arad ignored her cries and took her to their room. Aella and Eris quickly followed them.

CLICK! Arad opened his room's door, staring inside to see Isdis asleep on his bed, hugging the pillow like a massive teddy bear. He glared at her, counting the distance she left from the edges.

^She's dead in the center of the bed,^ Arad growled, grabbing her by the ankle, "Move! That Mira and Aella's place."

"A few more minutes..." She mumbled, crawling beneath the blanket.

"Let her sleep," Mira said with a smile, "I will sleep on the couch,"

Arad stared at her, "No, you two are using the bed." Arad pulled Isdis by the ankle, dropping her from the bed.

BANG! Isdis's forehead smacked on the ground, and she woke up. Crying, "AWA! What happened?" She stared at Arad.

"That isn't your bed," Arad stared at her.