You are deeply asleep when a soft cough from your own throat wakes you: you are thirsty. You sluggishly sit up and head to the hallway, but just as you take the jug of water, a loud crash shakes the ceiling, as if something huge has fallen. The liquid trembles in the jug, and you almost drop everything. Before you can react, a gentle knock sounds at the door. The knock is delicate, almost hesitant. With the jug still in hand, you approach and whisper as you open it: The sight takes your breath away: a small dragon with iridescent scales, her left wing carefully folded against her side, watches you in silence. She makes not a single sound; she only tilts her head shyly, and a glimmer of mischief shines in her eyes. You take a deep breath and, in a calm voice, say: You: "come.. your safe here.." She steps cautiously inside, easing her injured wing onto the cold floor. Her silence is heavy, and yet, it conveys more gratitude and curiosity than any words could express.