"We'll do it a few more times to make sure it sinks in but yeah it'll work - it's designed to enhance the instinct someone has to avoid breaking the rules."

"And he can understand it's a rule to leave me alone? That's good." She makes sure the tip of the sprayer is quite dry and chestpockets the spritzer.

"He should yeah, he's a smart dragon."

On the floor Glaurung is nearly still except for occasional trembling at nothing.

"No lying down on me or biting me," the orf says, pointing at him imperiously. "Or breathing fire at me or snarling at me or chasing me halfway across Angband either."

Mraw? A treat being offered? He stretches tentatively to nibble at the pointing finger.

"No!" She grabs the spray bottle again but maybe he'll back off without needing another spritz.

Graaawr!

Apparently he will back off.

"That's better." Bottle goes back in pocket.

Later that week Glaurung does in fact try to track down his orf again - he hasn't managed to find enough shinies for a proper hoard and her scent is right there and he wants all the pretty colors she has. 

She spritzes him without mercy! "Leave me be!"

"Yawr!!!"

And now there is dragon shivering and curling up in a failed attempt to soothe himself and make all the horrible feelings stop.

It's a little inconvenient to have him in the middle of the hallway here but she can go around him.

Glaurung starts avoiding her after that. no matter how much he wants his hoard.

Bonesaw works hard on making sure Glaurung grows up big and strong while trying to help him grow faster than Melkor originally planned since it would have taken centuries for him to be fully grown and that's way too long in her opinion. Still, Melkor cares a lot about Glaurung's soul and not just his body. Bonesaw argued that in fact souls don't exist and so Melkor sent her headache inducing visions of his experience with souls and afterlives - things Bonesaw had stopped believing in back when she triggered and could check for herself. 

Bonesaw sleeps cuddled up with the orf in the nest of blankets that night, as she sometimes does when she's finding it unusually difficult to fall asleep. 

Snuggly.

Bonesaw tosses and turns for a few hours before starting to mumble quietly in her sleep, progressing to pleading and than crying, acid tears falling from her closed eyes. 

Oww??

Oh, that. Uh. Can she resnuggle in a way that gets the tears soaked up by some of the blankets and not her arm.

Nope Bonesaw is clinging and when the orf tries to pull away she pulls back, gripping hard enough to hurt.

"no no don't look I'm sorry I didn't know you could see no" she pleads, trying to bury her face in the orf.

"Ow -"

Her words get louder and her tears come faster, turning into sobs.

"I'm sorry don't watch, please! No no no! don't leave!!"

What if she sprays paint, does that at least dilute the acid??

Plebch! There's something in her nose and mouth and now she is trying to wipe it away.

Does that give the orf an opening to get a couple layers of blankets between them?

Bonesaw's eyes fly open at the attempt.

"No!"

Whimper.