is there somewhere?

He eventually pulled away from her, and she let him, watching him carefully for signs of... anything, really. She knew nothing about herbs, or wounds, but she was pretty certain she'd know if he was, say, limping. He didn't seem to, though. Nothing at all. Relief was clear, and the female just watched him silently as he seemed to contemplate what to do. It would be only moments, but then he'd step away more and turn towards the river. She stayed where she was for now - until there was a clear invitation to join, and a silent elation filled her, and she followed him, plopping down rather ungracefully to him.

Her heart was slowly settling, the adrenaline fading quicker with each breath - the fatigue was setting in, and Lillianna sighed, watching the river that had turned in one breath beautiful to deadly. That was a lesson for that day; never underestimate the deadliness of even the most beautiful things. Lark started speaking again, and her head tilted up with a soft, high-pitched hrm, a sudden start of attentiveness. Oh, she had started to doze off. Oops. Strangely, though, she wasn't embarrassed - perhaps she was past caring. She offered him a nod, a tired unintelligible murmur the only verbal response he received. He suggested sleep, or rather, finding somewhere to sleep, and she nodded again. "Yeah," she said softly. "Somewhere dry, too." Her entire being was just... so mild right now, and it felt odd even to her. All emotions were dulled, were soothed - lacking the fiery passion her eyes normally sparkled with. It'd be a good idea to find somewhere to sleep... warmth would be nice, too, and... she yawned, leaning to the side, against Lark. Her eyes fluttered closed to the lulling roar of the water, the thoughts in her brain muddled from the sleepiness, and drifting with thoughts of what she was leaning on was so warm, so soft, so comfortable. She should use him as a pillow again at some point...

"Speech"
"Language"