What We Hold Dear
10-21-2018, 11:48 AM
It was growing harder to pretend that Lillie was fine, especially now that their kids must surely be noticing her declining state. It was an unspoken truth these days, because.. why really discuss it when there was nothing they could do? All Lark could do was make sure she was comfortable, and that she had all the necessities she needed. Beyond that, he was beginning to consider going to Sparrow for help, as much as he knew Lillie wouldn't want that. Surely she didn't want to feel like this anymore either, right? He was at a crossroad, though he was beginning to feel desperate. Whatever might help her, he would give a shot at this point. "Good," he murmured a bit too solemnly at her admission that she was feeling alright. Better than horrible, even though he knew that her 'good' now was far different than if she'd given same answer many months ago. Either way, he was grateful that at least she was in relatively good spirits, even if her body had other plans. "I'm not sure," he answered, forcing a soft chuckle. "It feels like they were just kids yesterday and now they wouldn't even ask for our help even if they needed it." Well, he hoped they would regarding something serious, but in general they went off on their own more frequently now, obviously no longer leaning on their parents for anything. "Time's gone by so fast..." Lark sighed wistfully as he moved to lie beside her, nuzzling his nose gently into her neck. |
