It's never the same

Basilisk walked the space as well, testing the durability of the shelf with a paw, and giving the den an overall test of integrity and levity. He wouldn’t stick her in here, only for a cave in to bury her a little while later. Once he had completed a full loop of the den and had returned to the entrance, he was satisfied. “You’ll remain in my den while you finish healing, but in the meanwhile, you can spend a few hours each day tidying the place and preparing it for yourself. I’ll work on the entrance and install a door myself.” He decided.

Ignita returned to him, and leaned against his foreleg. She barely came up to his knee, she was just that small. She looked up at him, and he scowled back down at her. “Don’t go getting sentimental on me, Little Slave” he huffed at her.