Seferia glanced at the tub from time to time as she dried off the female hatchling. While she was certain that Sephiroth was in no danger, she disapproved of the noise that the male was making. She would much rather have the hatchling respect and follow Sephiroth’s lead then fight against him.
Once her mate was finished washing the youth, Seferia nodded toward the mattress, “Go ahead and set him down with his sister here. This should be a sufficient sleeping spot for them.”
Feeling confident in Sephiroth’s handling of their hatchlings, the dragon moved over to the broken shells so that she could clean up the mess that was made by the hatchings.