Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

Nothing else mattered to Tavi. Nothing else ever would, not like this. When her son resumed his wiggling and varied chit-chat, Octavia could only gasp and grin and pull him close. She didn't care what kind of mess he was making - didn't even try to correct him as she usually would, or clean him - she only held him close until her breathing was less laboured. And then, with the situation behind them (for the most part) and the group disintegrating, Octavia planted a number of warm, wet kisses across Tambourine, and then plucked him from the earth, hoisting him high as she sought a place to rest; they both needed it, and she wasn't about to put her son in to any further harm. She did not head towards the Crook with her babe carefully held between her teeth; instead she sought the cover of the willows, the moody outskirts of the Keep where she could find a hollow within which to stash the two of them. The woman was in no state to trust anyone at this point, and only knew that Tambourine was everything — so she would keep him safe, keep them both safe, and things would be okay.