The answer comes in time

She took the lead then, with a gentle jog, growing the more tired as they went. When they arrived, it was dark, but they had to find a suitable spot - and eventually it was found. It was a bit small, but she didn't mind... okay, she did. She did mind. Quite a bit. But she knew it was all mental. She would let Lark enter first, and he'd curl up against the far wall. She'd then crawl inside, finding herself in between the space between Lark's hind legs, and his front paws, curling into a ball. She yawned then, another big yawn that ended in a tiny squeak, but at that point - while embarrassed slightly - she was too damn tired to put any real thought or actions behind it. He spoke, and she would twist her head around and laid it on the ground, looking up and meeting the green eyes of the male. "Thanks for going with me," she murmured in return, tail brushing the ground in a light wag. She'd smile a bit when he mentioned Finch, and she'd make a small sound of agreement. "She will. I can't wait until we can give it to her," she told him. It was going to be great; Finch would love it.

A yawn, another one, would cause her to lift her head and turn it away from Lark, settling it on her own paws. It would be mere moments for her breathing to deepen; she was so tired she didn't even think of Lar's proximity. Lazily, mostly asleep, she would stretch out - that is, until her paws hit the wall and she found out she couldn't. Muttering something incoherently, she'd kick at the wall, pushing her into Lark, up against his side fur. She'd make a small mrrr sound, feeling the warmth against her back and wiggling into it, her muzzle trying to tuck under his arm, in between his chest and front leg.