It became impossible to ignore by the second day. Uleön had caught something, a sickness that was filling her lungs with fluid, it was hard to breathe, hard to get up, and the Sage knew she would do no good to the Sleeping Dragon in such a state, and that it was probably something not even Aro himself, with knowledge in medicine like no one she knew, could cure Uleön from. So she left, said no farewells, left no traces. She crossed the limits of Thuringwethil's land in the night, with a heavy heart and desires to stay. She had failed this once, she had failed Thuringwethil, but her time was running short in this world, and her dead body was something the Sleeping Dragon did not need to deal with.
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