You feel your eyelids heavy with sleep as your back rests on the stomach of your silver dragon, Tyr. You are sitting on the lawn as Liam is seated across from you, his back resting against the paw of his dragon, Deigh.

You are both on night patrol, but neither of you is happy about it as you have never liked each other.

Liam is carving a wooden figurine when he snorts without looking at you, "If you want to sleep, just sleep. I'll stay awake, I don’t mind."