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[saltofthesea]

Yeah. The day before, she told me we should go somewhere nice when she got better.

[ Even though by that point the writing was on the wall and everyone knew. He still doesn't know why she told him that, whether it was some attempt to comfort him or...

...It's weird to think that maybe she was trying to comfort herself. But he'll never know for sure. ]

After that, uh, I honestly don't remember much. My friend said I was kind of out of it up until the funeral.

[stygios]

You miss her. [ Like he does Bianca. Though it sounds like Lark went less crazy about it (not hard to accomplish). ]

...So you dreamt about her.

[saltofthesea]

[ It was alarming (going on autopilot and sort of dissociating, maybe), but it was indeed nowhere near as crazy as what Nico tried. ]

Yeah, and...okay, there was some kind of...festival the locals do, where they send off lanterns and apparently it lets you meet departed loved ones. I tried it.

[ Probably why he dreamt about her. ]

[stygios]

[ He can't even blame Lark. He'd do the same. ]

Do you think it was her?

[saltofthesea]

I like to think it was, anyway. It was like...the year after she passed back home didn't happen. We went on that picnic by the beach like she said she wanted. And she looked like how she did before she was stuck in bed.

[ His voice starts to crack a bit as he talks, which is probably why he just left it at that. Goodness, when even this is making him feel emotional... ]

[stygios]

Then...maybe it was a blessing.

[ Instead of the curses they sometimes get here. ]

[saltofthesea]

[ It's true. It could have been worse. Wiosthesley had certainly brought up that possibility when they talked about it. ]

I guess. [ An attempt at some optimism, even if it feels a little half-hearted. ] ...Right now though, I just miss her a lot.

[stygios]

[ Yeah. He gets that. Dead relatives are a thing Nico di Angelo definitely gets.

He's not sure there are words to say, or at least not any right ones, so he squeezes Lark's hand. ]

I'm glad you got to see her again.

[saltofthesea]

[ For what it's worth, Lark squeezes back, enough that Nico could get the impression that right now, he's reluctant to let go. ]

Thanks. I think she would've been happy to meet you if she could.