At least the adrenaline from a fight, albeit it had only been a practice one, had made him feel just slightly better. The day had started off great, but upon seeing how late he was to the meeting, and seeing his father's blank stare -- which said more than words ever could -- had fouled his mood. Fighting was supposed to be his thing. He was supposed to be a warrior, a protector, though he felt anything but.
Seeing his sister brightened his mood too, even if his own presence made her recoil. A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth at her words, blissfully unaware of the slight strain in her voice. Now that was one thing Lark was good at.. being utterly, terrifically oblivious. "Oh, si potrebbe ancora essere un combattente, nonostante le dimensioni. Non vi resta che lavorare con i tuoi punti di forza, invece di concentrarsi sulle vostre debolezze." Lark shrugged gently, wondering how interested in fighting she truly was. He knew most of her interests lay in the field of healing... or they had, some time ago. He thought of how long it had been since he'd truly had a conversation with Sparrow. He tried to push thoughts aside of what he had missed in the lives of his siblings.
His smile wilted at her acknowledgement of the very fact he'd been considering, though didn't waver entirely. "It has," he agreed, a touch of remorse reaching his voice. "It's.. strange how much time passes without us realizing it." Their lives had not turn out how he had expected them, not at all. Still, he was thankful Abaven had persevered, and he still had family at his side. However strained their relationships might be. It was never too late to fix that, though, was it? Lark was quiet for a moment as he moved to sit at Sparrow's side, leaning to nudge her shoulder lightly.
"Mine was fine," he offered with a shrug, not wanting to really get into how his lack of fighting experience made him feel wildly inadequate. It still bothered him that he'd never fought in the siege, though he'd been young then. His hesitation had cost him the chance to prove his skill to his family -- why he was still hanging on to that, he wasn't quite sure. He stifled a faint sigh. "Didn't mean to be late to the meeting though. Did you see the look dad gave me?" Attempting to jest with her, he chuckled and eyed her from the corner of his gaze. Bass really hadn't done much more than glance his way, but he could tell his father hadn't been that impressed, and why would he be? He tried not to cringe at the thought.
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