It was cold waiting in the snow outside Edgar's door. The lantern gave a little warmth, but was nothing like being near Edgar, and anyway a lantern was not a friend, and the dragon was. Her best friend, no matter what things he accidentally melted or burned. He didn't mean to, and he tried to hold his fire inside!
Ava shifted her blue scarf. She wished she had the crimson one that Edgar had wrapped around his snout for the tree ceremony that had gone so wrong. Better yet, the scarf and all of Edgar with it, keeping Ava company.