"Madison, wake."
A really big fly landed on her cheek and then moved to her neck. It had to be massive because it shook her. She was too sleepy to care about the size of the thing.
Madison batted at the large fly shaking her. "G'way, fly."
"Open your eyes, Madison."
"Stop talking. Flies don't talk," she mumbled and snuggled deeper into the covers. Just a few more minutes, then she'd get up and get ready for work.
"Human, I am not a fly."
Madison rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Oh, it's you. I dreamed a huge fly kept landing on me, and it talked in your voice."
He put a hand on her forehead and checked her eyes. Madison pushed him away and looked around uneasily. They were safe in his magic tent, but danger hung thick in the air. It was as if nature held its breath. Nothing moved.
"Are more of the resistance on their way?"
"Yes." He did that thing with his teeth that she suspected was supposed to be a smile. "I will protect you."