Sleeping Dragon i want a eulogy while my body is still warm

First two tags for visibility.

With the delay on the trip to the shore, Thuringwethil struggles with restlessness. Sleep isn't coming easy, her stomach—despite what little food she's managed—rumbles in angry protest, and the frequency of dreams have become prominent. Late in the evening, transitioning into night, she knows she needs to find her way back to a sleeping spot for the night. Set to leave in the morning with @Gluskap and @Dio, she'd rather have a little rest under her belt if she can't have nutrients. It is a dangerous path to make, but a necessary one, and she's confident the three of them will make it just fine.

In her search, she finds a resting @Wildfire and with little verbal exchange, lowers down nearby to do the same. In the comfort of a friend, it does not take long to find her slumber.

***

"Yu bliden?" asks a sleeping Thuringwethil, a mumble into the bright night. The moon is high and sky is clear, illuminating her otherwise shadow figure. "...fig au... fir rau—"

Her body jerks, startling her awake and on disoriented legs she's shuffling to her feet. Stumbling for grip, claws holding onto the ground and she pants, her heart thrumming in her ears so loud she can feel her pulse. Blurred vision searches her surroundings, fur bristling in response to the—in the moment—foreign form on the ground nearby, growling an automatic warning in her panic.