Wrapped up in his gigantic tail feels like being coiled in a boa constrictor basket. His scales are so smooth, but not cold. They remind her of those warm soothing stones you find out in gardens, sitting in the sun. She limply lays with her arms over the top of the tail, eyes shut, cheek down on the scales. She had been there for a bit drifting in and out of sleeping. With a yawn she stretches out her arms and opens her eyes again. How long had it been? She was so comfortable she doesn't remember passing out. Her eyes get a quick rub along with a few seconds to adjust to seeing again. Fuzzy vision and heavy headed, she's not totally coherent. It's quiet. The rest of Tea is right next to her, laying down and still. Is he asleep too?
She flips open her phone to check the time. It's only been about 20 minutes since she last checked. She claps it shut again and pockets it once more. Oh well, might as well make this a proper nap, then. One more yawn is let loose as she wiggles back down into his tail and she sleepily puts a kiss between two of the scales. Smushed back down, she sighs and sinks back into sleep.