Kyrillion

He was lost and scared, and he didn't care that this place was taken by another dragon - he needed a place to rest and come around from everything that happened to his clan. What happened to his mate.
Gathering all his strengh, he approached the other dragon, who was occupying this place, and even though this other dragon was a Mirror, and able to break his neck on spot and continue her hibernation, she listened to that he had to say - about needing a safe place, about being utterly lost - and the more she remained calm the safer he felt in her presence, telling her everyting, his whole life. And she never interrupted, never seemed bored either, and it calmed him, encouraged him to tell the final chapter of his life, the chapter that hurt the most.
When he finished, exhausted, but relieved, as if stones were removed from his chest, she silently got up and moved a little, hovering her huge wing over the place next to her. Praying to all the existing Gods that his interpretation won't be wrong, he hesitantly and warily flew over and occupied the space. She used her wing to cover him like a blanket.
"My name is Salmakia," she said, as she laid down next to him.
"Kyrillion." He still wasn't hundred percent convinced that she won't kill him, but the exhaustion took over and he yawned.
"Sleep, I'll take care," with these words in mind he drifted into much needed sleep.