Herbalists' Cache The demon sat there waiting on her porch

He swallowed back the questions that rose up, hoping they'd bind with the bile that threatened to come up as well. Of course it was Octavia, he'd know her figure anywhere even in the state of distress as obvious as it was. He was slow to approach her and gentle as he reached to touch her. His nose pressed against her cheek, down to her jaw, to stop just beyond her ear. She'd been through alot, and she didn't even answer him - he wasn't even sure that she felt him or realized that he was there. "C-come here," He said softly, trying to guide her away from the trees and to a small clearing. 

"Lets...lets just rest." He offered dumbly, and any anger he'd held for her had dissipated from his body, gone and far away from them because he couldn't find it in himself to try and get back to the way he felt after everything unfurled. The pack was going to make it, the ranks felt full to bursting. Banner was helping him. What Stark could do right then was try and help Octavia. "I missed you," He whispered weakly, admitting it with such a tiny voice the opposite of the way everyone had told him so plainly how he loved Octavia. 

Even right now, with her miles away but right here, he wasn't sure he could say it - even if the truth of the matter was facing him and threatening to break him. Stark started to groom her, moving slowly - methodically - to clear her face and try to see more of her. He didn't know what else to do for her. He'd never felt so weak as knowing he had nothing he could offer her right then.