Read The Bridge
 
Xenilla unconsciously choked in a small gasp and snapped himself awake, thankfully for real this time. He stood his head and neck up as he hyperventilated for a few seconds. The sight that he was on his bed in his quarters, repaired of the damage he caused some time ago, helped the unicorn calm down and catch up to his pulse. It still took him a good few minutes to calm himself back down. With his senses back in working order, the first thing he noticed was the calm breathing and soft, warm, furry feeling on his back. Xenilla tilted his head around and looked down, instantly deadpanning upon seeing an armorless, and judging from her tiny smile, very content Blade Dancer laying her head across his stomach and midsection; apparently napping. Instantly the baffling confusion of his dream was lost and Xenilla narrowed his eyes.
 
Well… this is mood whiplash and a half.
 
Xenilla flexed his shoulder muscle, which the mare had rested her chin upon, to try and jostle her awake.  
“…Why are you in my bed?”
 
Either a light sleeper or having just been resting her eyes, Blade Dancer maintained her close eyed smile as she spoke.  
“Because you requested I come in last night, but were so drawn up with your study you fell asleep.”  
She peeked at him through one of her eyes after opening it a sliver.  
“And you didn’t tell me to leave before you conked out.”
 
“That doesn’t explain why you are in my bed, while I’m still in it… And were you using me as a pillow?”
 
“Because I’m a lady. I’m not sleeping on the floor if I have the option. Besides-”  
She winked out the half opened eye, before rubbing her neck and chin further into Xenilla’s fur.  
“-you don’t seem to mind, given that you’ve yet to throw me off of you%.”
 
And now it was Xenilla’s turn to close his eyes, half mutely grumbling in a manner that earned a tiny giggle in response to his accidental roommate.  
“Well, just don’t do this when we get to Canterlot.”
 
“Canterlot?”  
Blade Dancer grunted in a half confused tone. She lifted her head up, still keeping her hooves around her heated pillow, and raised her ears. At the mention of her older post she let the momentary worry that she’d been replaced fly past her.  
“But my shift here isn’t done yet? I’m not due back there for awhile.”  
Her fears were unknowingly put to rest by the kaiju’s next comment.
 
“Nothing to do with your ‘vacation’. The Celestial Diarchs requested the six kaiju meet back at the capital one week after we were first dispersed to check in on progress and our ‘resettling’. Given a few days delay due to recent events, my summoning letter came in yesterday. They especially want me present along with Empress Cadenza to give the full debriefing about King Sombra’s sporadic return and second violent impeachment.”
 
“Aaand, this involves me how?”
 
Xenilla shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly as if half annoyed he had to fully explain it all.  
“Simple, you’re my bodyguard and I put a request in to the good Empress that; should I go, that you accompany me. Means you would be stuck with me. That is, unless you’d wish otherwise?”
 
He let himself crack a tiny smirk along with a raised eyebrow. It got the exact type of reaction he was hoping for. Subtle, but effective. A slight redness settled over Blade Dancer’s muzzle and her jaw clenched. Just when her eyes were beginning to contract, she must have mentally kicked herself in the rear. Grunting a bit to clear her throat while putting a hoof to her chest, the guardsmare managed to regain a sense of professionalism.
 
“Ahem, it would be my honor to continue my role as your protector, Ambassador Xenilla. When do we depart for the capital?”  
Though Blade Dancer’s smile faded under her facade, Xenilla’s grew slightly even as he held his head high and crawled out of bed.
 
He spoke while casting an idle stare out the window towards the imperial city below.  
“This evening, we’ll be due to arrive tomorrow morning on the first train shift.”
 
He could hear the rustling and joint popping behind him that signaled Blade Dancer had followed him out of bed and had stoically come up behind him to share the sight.
 
“Alright then Ambassador. I shall leave you to your morning…. Oh, and Xen?”
 
The kaiju raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother to glance down. If he had he would have seen the devious smirk slithering across his bodyguard’s muzzle before she turned around.  
“Yes, Blades?”
 
….Whap!  
A playful wingslap shot across his flank and elicited a disgruntled frown from the kaiju. He shot his head around to spot a smiling Blade Dancer heading towards and out the door with swishing tail and rocking hips.
 
“You make for a good pillow%.”
 
Xenilla, leader of the Mutation faction and first ‘born’ son of the great Godzilla Senior; was stuck standing in place for a good three minutes after she left with a flabbergasted scowl stenciled onto his face.