All of my demons are kicking and screaming but I’ll never leave them behind

He wondered what Shrike needed; it was rare for him to call Lark directly, but he would not complain. A gentle smile painted his normally stoic features as he regarded him, settling down in front of him on his haunches. He needed advice.. he wasn't shy about it, and quickly began to speak and explain what he needed. "What do you mean?" he'd start questioningly, but Shrike was quick to explain.

He felt strange since Allen had left. It was weird for him, too, but he figured if Allen didn't want to respect the decision that Bass had made that Abaven was better without him. He'd never taken to him though, not like Shrike had. He was thoughtful as he considered his brother's words. "Maybe you're trying too hard to fit into a specific role," he suggested, leaning slightly forward to nudge Shrike's shoulder. The gesture was simple, but meaningful, as Lark wasn't always the most affectionate of their family. "You don't have to just be interested in fighting, or healing. Maybe you're really good at fishing, or climbing things, or singing like Finch, or learning about trees.." he shrugged a bit.

It sucked to know he couldn't solve everything, as much as he wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to make things better for everyone, Shrike included. "Maybe just spend more time with some of the others our age," he'd suggest lightly. "Like Calypsei and Tinaro. Maybe Lillianna too." It wasn't better than spending time with his family, just different; and he knew that Shrike could learn from him, and vice versa.