"Hey, don't complain. I can't let the house burn down."
Grace couldn't help but smile as she watched the little reptile stalk its probably-already-dead prey. She let out a small laugh as it finally got its snack, and laughed a little more at its failed attempts to get back onto the bed. It was almost like any other baby animal - behavior wise anyway - and it certainly struck and warmed her heart. She watched as he climbed over to her and promptly fell asleep. She smiled again, reached over, and gently covered it with the edge of the top cover. After tucked him in a little, she scooted down, got settled, then turned the light off.
At that point, she was so tired, she didn't care if it was a dream or not. Perhaps it wasn't a dream. Deep down, she wanted it to be real, or at least not some kind of hallucination from over-exhaustion. If anything, she was surprised by how unafraid she was. That reptile could spit out more fire and do some real damage, she was sure, but she was also put off guard by his vulnerability and cuteness.
Damn, what a risk. And just what kind of shop had she walked into?
'Questions later...Time for sleep,' she thought as she drifted off to dreamland. It would be morning in just a few short hours, and dawn was creeping upon them. Her father would be getting up soon enough to start his regular chores around the farm. Hopefully, he wouldn't peek in on her.