"Glory?"

The first thought that went through my mind was worrying about why my eyelids were so heavy. Me second thought was that I was not in a very comfortable position. Something hard was under my back and my right wing was folded awkwardly against me.

"Glory?"

As the masculine voice repeated itself my third thought popped into my mind, I really wanted to slap Deathbringer.

"Glory?"

Third times the charm. Even though it took effort my eyes snapped open and I glared at the Nightwing above me. "Saying my name repeatedly doesn't help any. It's just really irritating."

"Love you too." Re replied as I slowly stood up.

"Mind telling me exactly what happened?"

"Well you fainted."

"I could put that much together you idiot!" I playfully swatted his wing. He looked overly offended then put his wing around me. In his other hand he was grasping a scroll, which I presumed to be the letter Jambu had delivered earlier.

"You didn't let me finish." He continued, showing absolutely no signs of lightening his grip on me. "As I was saying. You had fainted, probably from him charm," Another swat to the bodyguard's wing, "and just kind of flipped on the floor before I could catch you. You were out for a solid five minutes and were very pale and green. In conclusion you made like a possum and looked like a frog."

"You're simply charming." I responded before shooting him a glare at the love of my life and freeing himself from his clutches. "I need posters of Amaranth and her group around the villages. If any of those sickeningly terrible dragons is spotted I want guards after them immediately. Now if you'll excuse me I need to write a scroll to my friends."

He didn't move at all.

"Go!" I practically shouted, spots of red crawling up my scales.

"Someone missed their suntime today."

Honestly at this point he should have expected me to hit him.