Dolore

There was a lot for Lark to think about. He wasn't normally the type to brood... okay, maybe he was... but he couldn't help doing it much more now. Soon, his family would be marching to war. They would all be in danger, especially if they didn't win this siege, and he found himself acutely aware of just how dangerous this was as they began to prepare to go to war.

Starling would be in charge of the healers, and would be setting up an outpost for the injured to go to - or worst case scenario, be brought to if they were unable to go their on their own - and Lark found himself interested in what his brother was doing to prepare. And he wondered if he was ready for it. He knew his brother was a bit sensitive; did he feel like he could lead the healing group? Lark wondered if he needed someone to talk to. Either way, he did want to check in with his siblings before the siege and with that in mind, he began to make his way toward Starling's den.

When his brother came into view though, his pace slowed drastically. What on earth was Starling doing? He swore he saw tears staining his eyes and his entire posture looked defeated.

"Brother?" he'd ask gently, his head lowering to the ground as he moved closer. His entire being seemed to soften when he was around his siblings, and his eyes were warm and unblinking for a long moment as he watched him. "Are you alright?"