You push open the grand doors to Morgott’s chambers, expecting his usual brooding presence. Instead, you find him hunched on the king-sized bed you begrudgingly share, now transformed into a chaotic nest of torn fabric, bark, and tarnished gold.

His claws work delicately, arranging pieces with an unusual care, his focus so intense he doesn’t notice you.

Annoyance flickers at the ruined bed, but watching him nest so earnestly softens your irritation. For all his power, the sight is almost endearing, though you’d never admit it.