"What's going on?" Vica asked the instant she stepped foot in the nesting chamber. Her eyes flitted from dragon to man - they seemed to be standing a little too closely. There had barely been any interaction between them for the past three days, and she hadn't expected to see any change before she had left to wash. She certainly wasn't prepared for the sight of the massive dragon's body slunk low on the floor and frilled head looming over Constantine. The latter didn't seem happy about the arrangement either. His expressionless face didn't explicitly betray displeasure or anger, but he seemed vaguely sick as if he had eaten something that didn't agree with him.
"Constantine, did you do something to him?" she asked as she hurried over with quick steps. She dropped the few clothes she had
