Hushed Willows This is something monstrous and magical. Beyond science; beyond reason.

Banner's voice was soothing and Stark didn't feel nearly as weak leaning on her now. This was Banner. His sister would take care of him, she would help him, and he knew that he was safe in her embrace. She wouldn't judge him or the situation, she would somehow know just what he needed to help him survive. And right then, all that seemed was possible was survival. He couldn't overcome this or thrive in that environment. Stark would crumble, but, Banner would be there to help him step it up and get through everything. When Banner asked what they needed to do Stark pulled away, looking fretfully towards Octavia's still form. "Make...make her presentable." He said softly. 

He moved over to Octavia's body, slow and quiet and as respectfully as he could be of her body. He eased her from her limp position at her side and to her stomach, nuzzling her head until it was resting between her paws. She was still a mess, but, he had cleaned her face up already. She wasn't the vibrant one that she was once and Stark couldn't help that. He looked over at Banner, trying to see approval in her face - wondering if this was enough before finally the grieving Alpha lifted his head and called for @Tambourine. 

"This is going to be so hard.." He murmured softly, weakly.