Napping, maybe not for a while, but he does get fingers wound into his fur and before too long silent, shaking crying against his shoulder. This is probably better than the last time he broke down in Lark's cabin, if just because this time he has a little more emotional maturity and is already holding onto Lark. But it's still happening.

Lark doesn't need this, he tries to tell himself. Lark has his own problems. Lark has already done so much for him. And here he is, repaying it by sobbing silently into his fur. But he can't stop, either, not for a long time. Ten minutes, at least.