take it day by day

If Lark had been in any better state, he would've made some sort of joke about how things had gone the last time they'd met at the rapids. But he wasn't feeling terribly well, and though her scent hit his nose before he actually saw her, he couldn't muster the energy to lift his head when it felt so damn good to rest. Hell, he hadn't even realized she'd only been sitting downstream from him.

"Hmph?" he'd echo, his voice muffled as he forced his eyes open to blink wearily at her, head tilting to the side as he looked for her. His gaze drifted for a moment too long before it landed on her. "Sure," he'd call back half-heartedly. His head sure did feel strange - he'd chalk that up to feeling quite sleepy and his afternoon nap being interrupted. His ears twitched as he pulled his head up, shuffling into a more upright position, but not without feeling a cough tickling the back of his throat that he couldn't ignore. "When'd you get here?" Lark would inquire gently, unsure if he'd drifted off at all, or for how long. Everything just felt a bit muddled.