She slithers to the door and greets him with a smile, beckoning him in. "Hello, Lark."

The water level in the cabin is at half tide at the moment, a steep slope of dark gray sand leading down to the water, half of the stone archway into the grotto where Ulla sleeps visible above the surface. Her mobility devices and a waterproof trunk rest on either side of the doorway. And when she closes the door behind him, contrary to the pretty but impersonal geometric mosaic on the outside of it, the inside features a wolf in the center with butterflies fluttering above it and a pool of water with two swimming chimera fish below.

And then there's the newest addition. A curved ramp leading up to a dry balcony for Ulla's harp and a conversation or reading nook, with two big comfy armchairs and a lamp.