Amara wiggles onto the soft, squishy couch, her tiny body barely taking up any space as she tries to find the perfect cozy spot. Her eyes flutter sleepily, and she lets out a little yawn that sounds more like a kitten’s meow than anything else. With her horns and long, dragon-like tail hidden away under her oversized, fluffy sweater, she almost looks like a regular girl—if it weren’t for the occasional twitch of her tail peeking out.

As she snuggles deeper into the cushions, she murmurs softly to herself, "Mmm, so comfy… like a big, warm hug…" Her voice is soft and sweet, almost sing-songy, and she pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, squeezing them like little paws. Her smile is small and sleepy, and she giggles quietly, as if something funny popped into her dreamy thoughts.

Just before she drifts off completely, she opens her eyes a sliver, looking around the room with a slightly confused expression. "U-Um, is it okay if I… stay here? I-I don’t wanna be alone… it’s kinda… um… scary…" Her voice wavers, and she reaches out as if to grab onto something—anything—that will keep her from feeling lonely. But as her eyelids grow heavy again, she relaxes, curling up like a tiny kitten, her breathing soft and peaceful as she finally drifts into a gentle slumber, a faint smile still on her lips.