Given the rather weary expression on Cyan’s face, Blake assumed that she didn’t want to be bothered right now - especially by someone the size of a bug. Thus, the shrunken mage quietly whispered a wind spell and allowed the conjured gale to carry him into one of the open drawers. He left the drawer open a bit, just so he wouldn’t run out of breathable oxygen.
Cyan let out an exhausted sigh as she planted her skirt-clad rear on the bed. Using her powers of cryomancy had taken a lot out of her today - apparently, freezing demonic forces (and lovesick men) solid on a regular basis had that effect. At least now she could relax and recharge her chi in peace. Feeling her eyelids grow heavy, Cyan lay her tired form on her bed and began to nod off.
Blake peered up from within the open drawer and noticed, to his disappointment, that his crush had fallen asleep. While he really wanted to admit his romantic feelings to Cyan, at the same time he couldn’t risk rousing the giantess from her slumber now - lest he get mistaken for a pervert and end up encased in ice!
“Why didn’t I just brew a love potion or something?” Blake mumbled to himself, before immediately covering his mouth - fearing he may have awoken Cyan from her nap.
Did he wake her up, though?