but you never close the door

She spotted his frown, and on an action of impulse, she reached forward to poke him lightly on the side of his muzzle - one could even call it a small, slight nuzzle. "Hey," she murmured quietly. "Don't frown like that, okay?" Her tone was unexpectedly soft as she spoke, and she smiled softly. She truly didn't like it when he frowned, and even less so when she realized that it was her laughing at him that caused it; though she was confused as to why that would cause upset-ness, but it didn't seem like that was too much the case from the soft huff he also did.

Either way, she simply listened to him as he began to speak. His words ellicited a small, sad smile from her. She nodded in agreement with him; she missed everyone too. "Not as bad I could be," she admitted. She reached out to do that small-poke thing again (refusing to admit what it really was). "I do have you, after all," she teased, winking. There was a sad tone to it, though; while teasing, she still missed everyone. "It can't be as bad as you, though. I'm used to... well, not really having a family. I had my adoptive parents, but that was all. I'm used to being mostly alone." She said it matter-of-factly, in the same conversational tone that Lark had; it was just the simple truth of it.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"