Wonderful. Just when life was starting to feel normal again, the jungle had to come and do what it does best — shake things up. Lark probably wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t currently so tied up... literally. Hands cinched together with thick vines, he hung precariously from a tall tree. If he could break free from the binds, this would be a perfect opportunity to practice feather falling (as his nerd brain liked to refer to the air ability).

He curled his body in a helpless attempt to reach the hunting dagger at his waist. Realising the effort would yield no results, he figured maybe a little haphazard writhing might do the trick. Nope. The vines wouldn’t budge. Dammit.

Then he heard a set of far off footsteps and a familiar voice calling out. “Madi!” He exclaimed, but she couldn’t hear him, not like that, not from this distance. “Madi,” he repeated, this time sending his voice on the wind to meet her, “Hey, it’s Lark. Are you okay? If you are, I could use a little help here. I’m sort of um... stuck.”

The air between them wasn't heavy and it didn't seem awkward to see her again like he feared. It just felt natural, like all of those months of his confusion and wondering what he did wrong slowly began to fade away. Besides, now wasn't the time to dig into the why or how of the specifics... they could get to that another time. And Miles knew enough about Madi to know that when it came to fight, flight, or fawn- Madi was all flight. Not that he could blame her, though, she was just trying to protect herself and her feelings and he didn't hold that against her. He was happy to have her around in any capacity so it was a welcomed change to see her again.

"I should have known." He mused lowly with a deep chuckle, making his way into the kitchen of his open floor plan, still able to hear and see her. "Of course I have white; I have enough liquor in here to kill a sailor." He teased as he got two large white wine glasses from his cabinet and fetched a crisp, new bottle of white from the wine fridge in the kitchen. Once he procured the things he needed, he made his way back to the living room and sat down on the couch and made easy work of pouring them both a glass. "For you." He hummed, handing her one of the glasses and raising his own lightly. "Cheers."