I don't want no green eggs and ham

For a solid two weeks, Lark had felt absolutely horrid. It almost felt like he might never get better the general achiness had developed into a rather delusional sort of state, and his body had been wracked with fever and a horrible cough. He was grateful that Starling had helped him through it, and though he still felt as though he and his brother were not on perfect terms, he definitely felt better. Not perfect, but better.

It was surprising to see Lillianna's companion. He seemed scarce when they were together, and though Lark didn't necessarily dislike him he didn't know just how to feel about him. He wasn't just here to chat, though; Lillianna sas sick. Really sick, like he had been. He should've know better than to let her curl him to him when be wasn't feeling well the other day.. letting out a soft sigh, he would turn and follow Farrym's lead.

She looked pretty awful, he could tell right away, and her smell wasn't as pleasant as he remembered. A frown touched his lips as he crept into the den, head low as he entered carefully, not waning to startle her. "Lillie?" He'd ask, his voice a touch softer than usual, his brows pulling together in concern. "Are you alright?" Obviously she wasn't well, but he wondered just how sick she really was. And since he wasn't a healer by any means, the easiest way to figure that out was just to ask.