Katara surveys the spectacle that is their bed. Or more accurately, Druk's bed.
It was sweet when Druk was little. When he was no bigger than an arm and slept curled up by Zuko's neck. When there was space for two humans and a dragon and still plenty left over.
But now, Druk has grown. His scaly red form occupies all but a sliver on either side of the bed and his tail hangs to the floor.
Katara marches across the room. "Zuko. I love Druk, but we need to find a more dragon sized place for him to sleep."