Sleeping Dragon I'm your puppet

Eventually he takes the stick back and is silent, happily munching (or whatever he’s doing) on it, and Thuringwethil sighs a wave of relief. It hadn’t been anything horrible again she’s thankful he’s been having more good days than bad since they’d discovered a remedy, no matter how temporary. Her head lowers to the ground and she nudges him again, licking against the side of his face while he remains content on his current job.