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It had been some time since the mission had been started, and on more than one occasion Octavia had caught herself wondering when news would reach her of their success. What if they never made it to the grotto? What if Reek met them, but turned upon them with anger? She had no idea why he'd be angry at all - hearing he had a son would no doubt be a highlight for him - but the mother couldn't help but wonder about it. When the time finally came that a familiar silhouette darkened the cave mouth, her breath caught in her throat. She slipped away from the sleeping Tambourine and slunk through the corridor joining her den with the crook, and came face-to-face with Stark. The murk obscured him, but the pale light from the crook's mouth caught on her silver hairs and made her smile easily caught.

You're back, she whispered hastily, and with a brief glance back at her rolly-polly cub, began to usher Stark out of the cramped hallway and in to the expansive belly of the crook proper. Everything went well, then? The woman's ears fanned forward as she eagerly awaited a response, and she found her gaze wandering all over Stark, prodding at him slightly with her nose to determine if he was hurt at all. Her worries had clearly distorted her mental image of the meeting. Tell me everything.