take it day by day

God, he felt terrible.

Not emotionally, either - though admittedly his mother's appearance at the last meeting was still weighing heavily on his mind. Lark felt physically sick. Despite the cool weather, he felt feverish and uncomfortably warm; hoping the river might provide some sort of respite to him, he'd made his way to the rapids that were so familiar to him. He had no intention of even trying to cross it, for even as he made his way there at a lazy pace, he felt strangely unstable on his paws and it seemed as though his vision could not keep up with the movement of his eyes as he sought to examine the riverbank. Though he felt weird, he'd been sick before and he was certain he'd feel better tomorrow. For now, he'd have to tough it out.

Grunting softly, feeling a faint ache blooming in his limbs as he paced down the side of the rapids, he finally came to a halt. Briefly Lark would close his eyes, lids concealing emerald eyes for a long moment as he steadied himself before deciding that sitting might do better than aimlessly walking. Slowly and deliberately he'd lower himself to his belly, letting a soft sigh escape as his limbs relaxed beneath him. His head would lower to rest on his forelimbs, as he thought: maybe a nap might do me some good...