Crane was too busy, most of the time, to miss her. While teaching, attending council meetings, lecturing novices, and tending his greenhouse, there was too much going on to think about how long she had been away from Winding Circle.
It was the quiet moments he didn't enjoy. The ones where the silence seemed to ring without her barbs or sharp comments to fill them.
In those times, he would invariably find himself opening the gate to Discipline cottage. Lark's presence had always been comforting, and the cottage was almost peaceful without the frankly outrageous amount of noise the four children had been capable of producing.
There was comfort in the fact that there was one person who missed her as much as he did. They would sit together, chatting over the steam from their teacups, trying to fill the silence made up of all the people they missed.