Breakfast with a Dragon

Just as what was the previous morning for Zell, the sunlight pierced the windows of his bedroom and awoke him from his slumber. He opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on his face. He felt a weight next to him in the bed and turned his head to look. Obsi was laying down next to him snuggled tight. Her hands were holding on to the sheets covering him as tightly as they could.

"Obsi?" He asked, confused as to why she was in his bed. "What are you doing here?"

Obsi stirred from her sleep and looked up at Zell. "Morning." She said with a yawn.

"Don't just morning me!" Zell protested. "Why are you in my bed?!"

"Have a heart." Obsi said softly. "I was afraid you would vanish again, so I held you all night while you slept. I don't want to go through that again."

Zell felt like an ass. "I'm sorry." He replied. "I didn't think about how it must have felt when you thought I had died. It's fine, I am not mad. I just have one more question."