Hushed Willows the dragonfly it ran away.

It was an immediate relief to know that she was feeling better, that she felt herself growing stronger rather than weaker. Stark's tail gave a slow gentle sway as she made contact with him too, it was a subtle little thing but he felt supported by Harlyn and it was still a comfort to him. He had gotten her opinion, trying not to be a bother but he still wanted her support. She had come to the Keep for a home for her family and slowly it had all crumbled. If whatever had taken hold of Octavia had not - things would have been so much better. The children, Mordecai, all of them would be at home. 

"I'm glad you're on the mend," Stark said gently. "It's good to see you out and about again." He offered. He knew what she was hinting - he couldn't do a thing about that, he couldn't offer her much anything else. The pack knew his trips out, how he continued to look for the wolves who had gone missing, but he didn't know what else could be done in the meantime. 

She asked after Octavia and he grit his teeth just a bit, a clench of his jaw that might have been subtle enough to not be seen. His overly expressive eyes however would probably betray his mixed feelings - he missed her, certainly he did, but he missed who she was and still longed for what might have been. The other side he was disgusted by what he had seen and heard from everyone of Octavia's behavior. "Nothing. I ran into a friend of hers - she was just as surprised by Octavia running off." He said - thinking bitterly back to the fight that had sent Octavia over the edge and running off. 

Still, no doubt, the pack had heard them but no one said a thing to him about it.