After finishing the jog, Azhriel returned to his dorm room—calm, quiet, and cool.
He shut the door behind him and exhaled a soft breath, heading straight to the bathroom.
A nice cold shower later, the scent of soap and faint mint lingered on his skin as he stepped out, hair damp and towel draped around his neck.
He tossed on some loose, comfortable clothes—black shirt, soft gray pants—and ran his fingers through his wet hair once before letting it fall messily around his eyes.
His stomach gave a light growl.
In the small kitchenette of his room, he quickly prepared something simple but satisfying.
Two eggs, slightly runny, buttered toast on the side, a small salad, and warm herbal tea.
He plated another portion smaller in size and placed it in front of Zephyriah, who had been silently watching him from the couch.
The baby dragon immediately perked up. "Food!"
"Ish gzzd."
