Hushed Willows friends let's commiserate

Even after explaining everything, waiting for questions, Tavi couldn't help but feel immediate frustration when Nova began to speak. For some reason the old woman just bothered her. Maybe it was the awkwardness of dicussing Reek with these two, or wanting the task done with so she could stop worrying over it; whatever the case, the Alpha's ears pinned and she had to visibly stop herself from snapping at the golden woman. Instead Tavi stumbled over some hasty words, hardly thinking as she reacted.

Nothing is wrong. Why does everyone assume something is wrong whenever I open my mouth? I want what I want. If you won't do it then someone else will. And she turned to glance at Stark, her irritation fading only slightly when she heard his promise as well as the suggestion he go alone. Smart. Yes, do that. She was short and snappy, and already turning away from them with the desire of finding her son and tending to him some more. At least when dealing with the newborn she didn't have to answer stupid questions. All Octavia wanted was for Reek to know of his son, why did she have to explain everything in detail? Tavi paused and with a derisive snort, glared briefly at Nova — You don't question Warbone this much, so quit asking so many questions and do what you're told.

That was enough. Their task was set before them and she could at least trust Stark to follow through.