"Hope you don't mind that I got started," She murmured with a sheepish tone, as if to ask forgiveness when she hadn't done anything wrong. The guardian smiled softly, and a rumble started in his chest; it reverberated off of the walls in an eerie manner, which prompted Njal to quiet down again. "It is good." He responded when his wife so eagerly prompted him. The den was big enough for her and that was fine - he always had a habit of sleeping on the surface anyway. It was that way in Kindred as well. Njal just didn't like being cooped up inside the earth - that was where the spirits were meant to sleep.
He reached out and pressed his face in to her cheek. Carefully shifting so that the bridge of his nose nestled in to the crook of her jaw, while he settled his body in to a prone position at the mouth of the den. It was wide enough for his shoulders if he wiggled a little. "I am sorry I did not aid you."