What would Dave's reaction be if he left the poor previously freezing, now sleeping Trevor alone to get a kettle of tea water going and came back to find a medium sized (like samoyed dog size) very warm blackish purple gryphon sleeping in his bed?
Dave switched the kettle off as soon as it emitted it's infernal noise, he would never understand how it was necessary, but if needs must...
He hoped his poor too-cold guest did not wake up from it. Sleep would be good for him. He was warm and safe and Dave would be able to wrap himself around him. For convenience's sake. Only that. Surely.
With a slightly guilty conscience, he poured the water over the cinnamon-ginger tea, put a tealight in the warmer and slowly carried in the vicinity of the bed.
Dave was not greeted by words. Perfect. He put it on the nightstand, put a glass next to it and turned to Trevor to lay back down and-
His eyes widened.
What... in the world...
He crouched down to look and almost-poke the small creature on the bed.
He hesitated for once in his life, took a deep breath, looked long enough that he was sure the little dreature was breathing... and then walked off to a corner, taking his phone out: "Miss Shuang? I... need your help. It's about your son."
