Hushed Willows Shall we play, Doctor?

She followed along with his train of thought, nodding where appropriate but otherwise she simply allowed him to speak.  Stark's quiet words suggested a rehabilitation period of sorts for Octavia and that it itself was a big undertaking.  The stability and happiness of the Alpha and her son was one thing, but tossing the responsibility of the pack on top of the pile seemed a bit much.  Banner watched her brother with a concerned frown on her face.  Using himself as the glue to keep everything together left him in a percarious position.  Not that she thought he couldn't handle it, but was such a thing really fair to him?

"That's a lot, Stark," she began as gently as she could.  Banner sighed quietly and closed the gap between them to rest her nose against his shoulder.  "I'm behind you, but I don't want you to lose yourself."  She didn't know how else to phrase it - ah, but she'd never been a wordsmith, anyway.