Skellig huffs a laugh at that comment, and nuzzles his face into her shoulder, grinning against her skin.

"This is true," he points out. "I am certain the dragon will make up for it soon enough."

Stretching slightly, he settles his body in against hers and wraps himself around her frame, not quite the 'dragon-sprawl' that she is so good at, but close enough to make a reasonable approximation of it.

"Her mate looks forward to it," he adds, voice a low whisper that is broken by a yawn.