I don't want no green eggs and ham

When he spoke again, after she recognized him, his tone was hesitant and cautious. Her ears remained flattened as she felt absolutely awful; how... how had she not known him? She even said she would! And she didn't. The sickness... it made sense. It explained why she was having trouble remembering things, it explained why everything was hazy, and most of all it explained what just happened now. Was it the sickness that caused... those horrors? Within moments, Lark's muzzle pressed against her back; it wasn't much pressure at all, just... a sort of nudge, trying to make her lay back down. She obliged, sliding back down and spreading out a bit more than she was before; she laid like a normal wolf, instead of one in a fatal position.

Her gaze glanced past the male to spot Farrym, who sat quietly and watched a few feet away, his body in darkness, but his eyes illuminated by the sparse light. Upon her looking at him, he started purring lightly, the sound a soft, soothing one that was also in the background, and she found herself looking back up at the ridiculously tall man who crouched near her. A rush of gratitude filled her, and it showed clearly on her face. "Thank you," she murmured, even before he made his offer. Her eyes widened, shock filling them, but also warmth. "Y-you would?" she whispered, before breaking off for a cough. "W-won't it make you sick again?" Gods, did she want him to stay, but she also didn't want him to get sick again. She thought that since he had it already he might not get it again... but still, she was afraid. "I don't want you to get sick again, because of me." She didn't want him to be in pain, or in any sort of misery at all.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"