The answer comes in time

It was... comfortable travelling with Lark. He was not... bothersome, but it wasn't as if there was a ghost. It was companionable, and it left the woman content. Some casual chatter, but no arguments. Working as a team while hunting, albeit hunting small stuff. It was overall... nice. Really, really nice. It was, however, tiring, no matter how peaceful mentally the journey was.

She would slow as the junk begin, imparting a brief warning with Lark, all the while stifling a yawn. Lark would then speak, shortly after they began, and she'd glance at him, briefly meeting his eyes. "Yeah, just a bit," she would say softly with a light chuckle. She'd snort when he added on a moment later, dodging her own piece of sharp object. Tired? Yeah, definitely. "Sa-" and in that moment, she'd be interupted with a huge yawn, a huge yawn that ended in a... squeak. Almost a whine, it was involuntary and had her flattening her ears in embarrassment before she forced herself to continue. "Same here," she concluded, with an ear flick as she kept her head down to scan the ground for any sort of item that could work.
"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"