Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

As he started babbling, Tavi couldn't help but loose a small laugh. It was the best she was going to get, he wasn't yet old enough to make any actual headway in the speaking department — and that was fine. She did realize however, that she had not been talking to him very much or very often. Would Tambourine be a shy boy? Would he learn quickly, or slowly? Had he been affected by the famine yet? Oh, and so the worries began. A tug at the corners of her mouth was all that crossed Tavi's features as these thoughts, these many overlapping questions, came and went throug her head.

He would learn. He would adapt to anything the world threw at him, and he would survive, just like she did. 

Almost! she commended him. You're still so young, so little, awh. I guess it'll be a while before you make a lot of noise, and perhaps he would be a loud kid after all; it was entirely possible that Octavia would look back on this moment later on down the line, and wish she'd never asked. Do you want to hear a story? How about that? A little story about... About a big old moose, named Mortimer. At least he could listen. For now that would be enough.