But if Orien knew what the human child was thinking, he would have outright disagreed!
He wasn't a glutton. He was merely practical and… and helpful!
If this little stick of a child tried to eat everything by himself, then wouldn't he get sick like Riley always did? Wouldn't he also have to keep on going to the bathroom?
So obviously, as the mighty dragon left behind to protect this house, it was his sworn duty to lighten the burden. To protect even this stubby little human.
And provided he stayed hidden, then it should definitely be alright.
…Right?
But how did he even get to this point?
See, Orien had decided that a patrol was in order.
For one, he needed to make sure there wasn't anything lurking again. He absolutely couldn't sleep comfortably without double-checking every shadow. But if he were truly honest with himself (not that he'd ever admit it out loud), he was uncomfortable sleeping when his uncle—and even that human—weren't around.
