For three days, Sombra had done her best to tend to her new guest and ignore the temptation that flooded her every time she saw him. Well, that was one way to put it at least. Her dreams, on the other hand, betrayed her and more than once she woke to arousal that was sure to summon him to her bed. Ever the gentleman, he never did follow the scent that she was sure hung in the air. Admittedly, she had become addicted to the feeling of his magic, his aura - whatever you called it and at the first opportunity, she swiped his hoodie to wear around the house.

Fortunately, Sombra's life remained uneventful after her guest's sudden arrival and she was able to keep the apartment quiet for the sake of Genji's recovery. This morning had been no different; she woke nearly with the sunrise and contented herself to reading and watching Genji sleep. His recovery was nothing short of miraculous and as he healed, he gained telltale signs of his true nature.

The scales appeared first, a pretty iridescent green along his browbone and cheeks. This morning the horns had returned to their full glory and if she were a gambler, she'd bet his tail was somewhere in the nest he'd made. She looked to him from her own nest on the bed, still wearing the hoodie that he'd shown up in and swimming in it a little considering their size difference.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice thick with sleep. "How are you feeling?"