The next morning started with Void trying to eat my pillow.
"No," I said, gently removing the furrball from where it had latched onto the fabric with its newly grown crystalline teeth. "That's not food."
"Food?" Void asked hopefully, mouth still open.
"No. Food is what Mara makes. Pillows are what I sleep on. Different categories."
Void made a disappointed sound but released the pillow, floating over to examine Azryth's face instead with intense focus.
"Don't eat him either," I added.
Azryth opened one eye. "I appreciate the intervention."
"You're welcome." I stretched, feeling various things pop that probably shouldn't. "How long has it been awake?"
"An hour. It tried to eat the blanket, the nightstand, and my hair before moving to your pillow."
"Productive morning for Void."
"Food?" Void asked again, now hovering near the door with obvious intent.
"Fine. Let's go see if Mara's made breakfast."
