Eragon sat in a chair in his tree house, waiting for Arya to show up. Eventually there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Eragon saw Arya standing there with a few bags in her hands.

"At least she let you get some of your stuff," he said to her.

"I'm just happy to be out of there," she responded, walking past him. "Oh.."

"What?"

"I forgot there was only one bed."

This made Eragon's face turn red. He hoped she couldn't tell, after all, she was facing the other way. But she always seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. Thinking quickly, he told her, "That's ok, I can sleep with Saphira, at least until we can get another bed."

"Eragon, you deserve to be able to sleep in a bed. I can sleep on the floor."

"I have no problem with sleeping under Saphira's wing."

"Eragon…look, it's a big bed, we can both sleep in it. Just don't get any ideas." She said the last part with such seriousness that Eragon almost didn't want to take the chance…almost.

That settled Eragon decided to help Arya get situated. They each got half of the dresser to put clothes, something Arya didn't want Eragon to help with, so he just sat in a chair and waited for her to finish.

Once that was done there wasn't really much else to do. They decided to spend the day looking for another bed. After spending a few hours looking around Ellesmera, those few hours were wasted. They returned to the house as the sun was setting, both of them tired.

"So…which side of the bed do you want?" Eragon asked her.

"It doesn't matter," Arya responded, too tired to care. They each took there own side and quickly fell asleep.

Eragon woke up, replenished. The sun was shinning through the window, Saphire was looking through it at him with an amused expression on her face.

What?

Look at yourself.

Eragon looked down to find that Arya was curled up next to him, laying on his shoulder. He went red again, this time thankful that she was asleep.

This isn't funny.

If you had been looking at it all night you would think so.

What do you mean?

I'll show you. Suddenly Saphira's memories flooded into Eragon's mind. It showed that as they were sleeping Arya slowly started to inch toward Eragon's sleeping form, eventually ending up in the position they were in at the moment.

As the memory ended Eragon opened his eyes, only to see that Arya was waking up. He stared down at her in horror, not knowing what her reaction would be, probably something like a slap to the face.

She opened her eyes slowly, raising herself up off him. She looked up at him and froze. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever.

"Eragon… can we please pretend this never happened?"

Eragon was too stunned to respond. It didn't expect her to act so calmly. Arya raised herself completely off him and got out of bed as if nothing had happened.

"So, what do you want to do today? It's obvious there are no good beds around here, so I guess we'll have to come up with something as far as where to sleep."

"Umm…," Eragon was trying to think but his head was still reeling from finding Arya cuddling up to him.

"Never mind, we can just spend the day here I guess, unless you had something to do?"

"No, I'm fine with staying here," he finally managed to spit out.

"Alright, in that case I suppose we can try and talk about this," she said in a serious voice. Before she could begin Eragon interjected, "Arya, I know nothing was ment, it wasn't your fault. We were both just moving around in our sleep and we ended up in that position."

"So it will never happen again?" she asked him.

"No," he concluded. He could have sworn that he saw her face sadden at that, but she turned away. After getting some spare clothes she walked to the door.

"I'm going to go bathe, it won't take long." With that she left.

Well, that was surprising. Saphira spoke in Eragon's mind.

Why was she so calm? Eragon would rather her have slapped him.

After awhile she returned, hair still wet. By now Eragon had gotten his own clothes on and was sitting down talking with Saphira. She sat down in a chair across from him. "I just heard, the elves are holding a celebration in honor of you killing the king."

Eragon was in a better mood now than during the first celebration so he was actually looking forward to this one. "Great, will there be anything I will have to do?"

"No, just show up. It'll be tonight, so you might want to get something to wear."

"What about you?"

"I brought some things from my old room."

Eragon already had good clothes, so he didn't actually have to do anything today. So they just sat there and talked. Eventually the time came to start getting ready.

Eragon put on a saphire colored tunic with a black vest and matching pants. Arya had left early and said she was going to change at the celebration.

Come, it is time to leave. Saphira informed him. He hopped onto her back and they took off.

What do you think will happen at this celebration? Eragon asked his dragon.

Well, they're obviously going to call us up to say a speech or two. Of course there will be dancing and music, other than that I don't know.

Saphira started to slow down and decend, they had arrived.

Two chapters in one day, I'm so proud of myself. Well please review, and any story ideas would be welcome. If I use any then I will thank you for it.