Hushed Willows the dragonfly it ran away.

Stark had spent his time obsessing over what was going on in Octavia's mind. The fact was he couldn't figure out any sort of direction from the woman, she had been as gone and scattered as her thoughts. Octavia was a boat without a rudder just running the course and eventually she would crash. Perhaps she already had. Stark had considered what might happen if Octavia came back with the intention of taking Tambourine away - and he didn't want that. He couldn't let it happen. He wouldn't drive the two apart and she would be begged to stay. At least in the Keep she would be safe there. She'd be secure. He wouldn't give her the chance to hurt them further, though. 

Stark nodded at Harlyn's gentle words, the soft prayer was something he could understand and support even if he had never been religious. It was a kind offer, and it promised that the soul of the former Alpha was as good as Stark had always believed. Stark was thrown off for a moment by the druid's thanks - her gratitude surprised him, not because he felt it unlikely for her vocalization but because he honestly found himself just doing what was right. She didn't need to thank him for that. 

"We take care of our own."  Stark said gently, offering a thin lipped smile - they were Marauders and they had to stick together. "I just wish I had better news for you."