“I never wake up to find someone in my nest,” Hatzel complained. She began the grooming process, starting with her face. “That’s because you bite in your sleep,” Zeph remarked. She balked. “What? No, I don’t!” “It’s why we put Orlea’s sleeping nest closest to yours,” he explained. “She’s like a safe sleeping shield.” Hatzel did not dignify him with a response but instead returned to morning preening with redoubled efforts.”
Book:Eyrie