I don't want no green eggs and ham

This sickness was.. genuinely terrifying. He'd experienced, but Starling had helped ease his symptoms. It seemed Lillianna had not gotten help as he had. Or.. perhaps her sickness had simply come on too quickly to even realize she needed anyone's help. Lark was simply grateful that her hallucination had passed, even if she was not totally well. At least she was not completely terrified of him as she had been just moments ago.

She seemed willing to relax, bowing under the slight pressure of his muzzle with ease. Farrym was watching, and Lark regarded him briefly. Usually he left when he spent time with Lillie, but he didn't blame him for staying now to ensure her safety - and possibly to run and get someone else if help was needed, in whatever way. When she thank him, he was briefly taken aback; it was like she'd been someone else, and she'd returned to reality too quickly for him to process easily.  "It's fine," he'd brush off her concerns with ease, unsure if he could get sick again or not. Considering he'd already gotten over the same sort of sickness, he wondered if he might not get it again, but what did he know about illness? Little more than the most common bits of knowledge. He sighed, moving to slide to his stomach at her side. "Don't worry about me."

He'd dealt with his own sickness; now it was time for her to get better. "Do you need anything?" Lark would ask suddenly, his face contorting into a slight frown as he wondered what he could possibly do for her. "Water or food? Or a healer? I could try to call for Starling or Sparrow or Aunt Harmony.." He shrugged, a slight hint of panic reaching his strained voice. He couldn't just let her sit here and suffer, not if he could do something to help her.