Greg woke up to find Marina's face about three inches from his own. Her green eyes were staring at him with an intensity that was both adorable and scary.
"Good morning, my sweet blacksmith hero." She said with a smile.
Greg yelled and almost fell off his cot, which was impressive because he'd been sleeping on it for months without any problems. "Marina! What the fuck are you doing on my cot?"
Marina said, "Watching you sleep," as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "By the way, you snore. It's cute."
"I don't snore," Greg said, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair. "And how long have you been there?"
Marina's smile turned into a sly grin. "Long enough to prove that you snore and talk in your sleep."
"You said something about a butter knife and a dragon? I have questions."
