Truthfully, Lark was beyond grateful that their conversation had sailed right on past any real discussion of Lillianna. Hinting that he had some kind of relationship - though that word made him feel pretty conflicted - with her was as much as they needed to discuss. Weirdly, it lifted some of the weight he'd been carrying since the meeting, despite the fact that he'd hardly said anything at all. He was just happy that Sparrow gave him a small insight into something he hadn't known before. She'd mentioned it was complicated, had hinted she was, or had been, involved with both males and females but.. that was all he knew. He wished he had the heart to press her on that tidbit, but wasn't sure how receptive she would be to sharing. Lark found himself wishing they had that kind of sibling relationship, but they just didn't. Not at this moment, at least; he wouldn't mind that changing though now that he thought of it.
"A purpose," Lark repeated, though he certainly wasn't mocking her. If anything, his words sounded thoughtful, wondering exactly what she meant by that. "I sorta feel the same way." Abaven had always just felt like home. He'd never considered leaving, not for longer than a few days, and even that long of a retreat was rare for him. He felt like he truly belonged here, even when he was too stuck in his own head to pay attention to anything around him. "Either way, I'm glad. It's better when you're around.
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