Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

To the male's words Stark offered a small grin and nod. "Definitely." As dark as he was the heat sapped most of his strength, with the famine, the rest. Stark didn't like to just wait though, he hated the idea of taking his time and of lazing about. Some days were meant for it. He regarded the other male for a moment, imagining the pair that he made with Harlyn. "I'm Stark," He offered after only a few moments. No need to dig into his personal business for the reasons that he had been gone, no need to analyze the time the male had been apart from his family. That was his and his alone. 

Stark was glad for the sake of the family that they'd found each other. As hopeful as he was of his own reunion with his sisters he could only imagine how much more important it was for a father and his family. "I met Silas the other day. Well. I mean, I met them all, but we had a little time alone. Helped him catch a rabbit." The male offered with a genuine smile. "He's a good kid." Shy, but, determined, and in troubled times like they'd had it was a welcome thing. Other children might have wilted under the pressure but at the least the boys that Stark had spent the most time around had kept up the hope it seemed. 

For the Keep that meant good things, if the young hadn't been so dampered by life. Tambourine probably wouldn't even remember it, and maybe the famine would only be a blip on the other children's radars too.