Parfait made as many pleased, happy, gurgly sounds as she could muster, rolling this way and that to further aid Natsuki in scrubbing every last scale. When all was finished and she was rinsed and plopped onto a fluffy fresh towel she simply flopped down, eyes drooping. She'd been fed, she'd been bathed, and now it was definatly time to sleep.
She yawned, little mouth opening almost wider than her head (or so it seemed) and gave a confirming 'urf' as Natsuki wrapped her up and carried her toward bed.
The little dragonette was asleep and making tiny snores before Natsuki even gained the hallway.
