Marinel was usually enthusiastic about chores; especially when a dragon was involved. He'd loved helping wash Nasath; this wasn't one of those chores. Even peeling tubers was better; dull as that was. He sighed and folded another.

Stupid bedfurs. He had never managed to pick up this skill. How did Dolly fold everything so neatly? His always had bludges and wrinkles. Why did this simple task give him so much trouble? He pressed on the bedfur, using both hands to try and smooth it.

"That's better," he muttered. Slightly.