Sleeping Dragon when the sun has set, no candle can replace it

His brows burrow between his soft, caramel eyes as she tries to settle up right but struggles to do so. Her explanation gives him enough and he slowly nods his head, curious to why she’d been brought in if she’s incapable of taking care of herself. However, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he rolls on shoulder indifferently. She’d been accepted as a member of Sleeping Dragon so there had to be some potential hidden beneath her.

“I could help, if you want,” he offers but he doesn’t move forward, “or I could help find a better place for you to stay that doesn’t involve any digging.” There are plenty of crevices and caves and shelters that one could make their own, personal home but he doesn’t know how attached she is to the place she’s chosen. “I’m Gavriel, by the way.”