Hushed Willows Living like we're renegades

Stark grinned down at Banner, taking a moment to tug a bit of grass from her fur just behind her ear. He glanced over as Grace approached, looking to the hunter's brother as he spoke. Banner was quick to introduce herself, even if she was a smidge nervous still, and Stark offered her a smile. She was trying. It was hard, and he appreciated the efforts that she made in the Keep. "Stark," He said with a smile.

He was coming into his rank with what he hoped was grace. Some sort of poise. He wasn't sure how he was doing, admittedly. "Are you settling alright, Kirin?" He asked curiously. He knew how awkward his own settling had been, finding himself so uncomfortable in the Crook at first. Now, he sprawled with Banner at his side, Octavia and Tambourine never too far away.