Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

It had been a few days since Stark and the old woman had departed, leaving Tavi with nobody to help her care for Tambourine; it was her own fault really, she hadn't thought of that in the moment. She did have Warbone, but none of the other wolves were trusted enough by the woman. Perhaps she could call on Grace again - but the thought of eating more of those plants made her feel ill. She paced about the crook for a few minutes at a time, then would settle down with @Tambourine and tend to him, feed him whatever she could, clean him. She wondered when Stark would return, and worried about Reek's reaction to the news. Would he try to find her? Would he send someone to track her down or follow the pair of messengers back to the Keep? Had she somehow thrown Warbone's rules out the window and put them all in danger? Octavia loosed a sigh. She didn't know what she was doing anymore - hadn't for a while really - but she was tired of being at her wits end, tired of being so concerned with everything, and tired of... Well, tired of being tired. Once the travellers returned to her, safe and sound, she could figure out what to do next. Until then, she worried like an overprotective mother.