Hushed Willows forget but not forgiven

He couldn't turn her away. Call it a bleeding heart - she made him think instantly of Octavia and the any chance there was of sending the woman on her way had been gone in an instant. When Stark had accepted her he had explained the brief details. The Crook was home, and among its depths she would find perhaps the safest place to give birth. Stark himself had gone to catch her something to eat and when he returned with a fat hare swinging from his jaws he found Amara just resting out in the open. He laid the hare at her feet, stepping back a couple paces. "If the Crook is too... Busy, for you right now, there is an old herb cache you could use."  

It had been mostly abandoned by the cowardly pair who used to stock it, and anything that they might have left would probably not be of any use. It was still a bitter disappointment but he could not waste any time on them. "Anything I can do for help, don't hesitate to tell me, Amara." Stark was well practiced in tending to mothers and their young, after all.