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

The male offers his help with the remodeling, something Uleön had been dying to hear. She lifts her head with bright eyes, ready to accept the proposal, but another suggestion is made before she can take the previous one. The old woman bites her lip, suddenly feeling a bit ashamed for having put herself in such unnecessary trouble about something as simple as a den. She had chosen this one for it's proximity to Heda's own den, but by that point she had realized that no matter how close she was, Thuringwethil wouldn't stick around to one particular place.

"That sounds like a good idea, actually..." she speaks, "Thanks Gavriel," she adds. The hips crack again as she makes an effort to stand up, but she manages to make it. "I'm Uleön," she offers with a smile and takes one step closer to the male suggesting she's ready to follow.