She watches him stretch, admiring the view. The bed isn't anything like a modern mattress, but the ropes hold up well enough to support his weight and the 'mattress' is still well stuffed.

"I should be with you shortly, unless I've forgotten where I put it."

She hasn't, but it is at the bottom of a very deep chest, and she has to really BEND down to reach it. She has a very fine ass, does his dragon.

She stands back up with two pottery jars and struts over to her bed triumphantly. "Thought I'd packed some safely away. What parts of your skin are most uncomfortable?" she asks as she opens one of the jars.