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He was not a very nurturing sort, at least, in his own eyes. He saw the woman looking near wilted, exhausted, and a frown grew on his face. He licked his lips as she bumped her snout against him, for a moment almost leaning into her brief touch as he let her leave. He turned to watch and for a moment was certain that she had caught him - she turned back to him and came back. She leaned in and licked his snout, a pleased little sound leaving his lips even as he turned to nuzzle into her, stealing a moment to curl his neck over hers in a loose sort of hug. "Anything you need." He promised, and he found it an easy thing to offer to her.

When she did leave this time Stark let her go without hesitation, feeling equal parts pleased and let down at the same time - he had to give her bad news along with the good that he had to offer. With her path taking her further past the little nook that had become hers Stark followed this time, diverting to slip himself into the den and curl around the sleeping form of Tambourine to keep him pleased and settled while Octavia was gone.