Hushed Willows know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers

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Octavia was struck soundless for a moment, and merely stared up at Stark; she had no response for his compliment, which was also not her norm. Nothing about this situation was normal for her. He did focus on the fish a moment later and together they muddled through the unease which apparently swept them both. His repeated offers to make things better were heard but she didn't reply, didn't outwardly acknowledge them, and began to strip away the meat upon the small fish. Whether he stayed or not, Tavi easily picked apart what she could of the fish and was left cleaning her muzzle and limbs of blood after a few minutes.

The last time she'd had anything fresh like this was just after the birth of the litter - so while the meat was a delicious and savory thing, the metallic taste of blood reminded her of her that disgustingly primal moment wherein her child became her breakfast, and she suddenly began to choke on the flavor.

After a small fit of coughing Octavia spat out a chunk of tail which had inadvertently found its way in to her throat, and wheezed a breath, feeling her living son squirming by her belly unhappily. Whatever had just happened to mom, he wasn't pleased at all. It took her some moments to get him settled, and when she looked up again, there was no telling if the dark man was there still, or vanished among the shadows of the cave.