Learn me right (not with haste)

Yusuf hopes to the high heavens and back he hasn’t killed his future husband. He can’t even begin to think how disappointed his parents would be. “Nicolò?” A loud whine. “Nicolò, I need you to say something.” He inches closer, coming around the bed. “Please, just one word.”The lump under the blankets is much larger than it should be. Wide and tall, much broader and longer than Nicolò. What the fuck was that spell?Nicolò moves, the noises he’s making confuse Yusuf and he’s scared he’s killing the prince, and he always seems to make mistakes, and now Nicolò is towering over him by several inches, when he should be only an inch shorter. The blanket slips, and Yusuf is staring at a brown, fuzzy head. With two ears. On the top of its head.The bear turns around, unsteady on its feet, and Yusuf screams.