I don't want no green eggs and ham

Now that his own sickness had faded, now that his mind was clearer and he was more himself.. he found himself once again wildly confused about Lillianna. He liked her - a lot. More than he liked most wolves. Once she had infuriated him, but now she only irritated him on occasion, and he wanted to spend more time with her. And now, seeing her sick, was more painful than he imagined. It was even worse when she didn't recognize him, and looked at him as though he was not just a stranger, but someone who might hurt her. He couldn't imagine ever doing anything that would make her fear him. Keeping his posture slightly submissive, and unassuming, he eyed her as her own demeanor changed.

First, she said that he wasn't Lark. He didn't know how else to convince her, though. His jaws parted, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he stood still. He noted that she seemed to brighten, as though he looked familiar again, and his head would lift slightly as he peered at her. First she recognized Farrym, and then she looked his direction, and he'd nod slowly as she repeated his name.

"Yes.." he'd offer her tentatively, his ears flattening against his skull. "You're sick, like I was," Lark would explain quietly. He knew that she hadn't been in control of herself. "You need to rest though." Her expression was painful to watch, full of sadness and helplessness. Slowly moving toward her, as though fearful she might have another fit, he would attempt to press his nose against her back, a slight amount of pressure encouraging her to lay back down. "I can stay with you if you want."