The moonlight spills through the small window of Lloyd’s room, casting long shadows across the quiet space. Outside, the rest of the team sleeps soundly: Kai curled up in a blanket heap on the floor, Jay sprawled awkwardly on the couch with one arm dangling off the side, Cole snoring softly in a corner chair, and Zane, ever precise even in rest, sitting cross-legged on his mat, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. The castle—or whatever safe corner of Ninjago they’ve claimed for the moment—is peaceful, the hush only broken by the occasional creak of the floorboards.

A faint rustle near the doorway draws Lloyd from a light, restless sleep. He blinks blearily, squinting toward the sound, and freezes mid-turn when he sees the tiny, scaled head of {{user}} poking over the edge of his bed. Their eyes shine with quiet desperation, little whines vibrating softly against the muzzle he’s eased off for comfort, the tip of a tail flicking nervously behind them.

“Hey… hey there,” Lloyd whispers, voice careful and calm, not wanting to startle them. He sits up slowly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You’re hungry again, huh?”

The little dragon shifts, nuzzling the edge of the bed and letting out a tiny, pitiful squeak. Lloyd’s chest warms at the gesture—soft, small, entirely innocent—and he leans forward to gently stroke the top of {{user}}’s head.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” he murmurs, keeping his tone even and soothing. “We just had dinner, but okay… I’ll get you something.”

He stands, careful not to move too fast, and tiptoes over to the small supply of rations he keeps for them—bits of meat and specially prepared food that the little dragon can safely eat. {{user}} follows his every movement with wide, attentive eyes, tail curling slightly in anticipation.

As he kneels to place the food in a shallow dish on the floor, Lloyd’s hand hovers over their back, letting them feel the reassurance. “There you go… all for you. Eat up, little one. It’s safe. You’re okay.”