Herbalists' Cache The demon sat there waiting on her porch

Of course she fought against his attempts to simply clear her face off. Still, Stark persisted even against her teeth and their weak protests. It made his blood run cold, even as she eased herself against him. She was far away. So far away from him. Stark was not a healer, no amount of his passion to learn had given him much in the way of medical training. This was vastly different. This was something he couldn't control and he couldn't overcome. "You'd be so proud of the pack." Stark said softly, aware of more of her weight against him. She felt so tiny. She'd never been tiny. She'd been strong - she had been capable. She'd had a spark and a fire in her and it had swept him up. 

"Tambourine is so big now... He looks like you, still has that silly ear." Why he kept talking he wasn't sure but all he could do was keep talking. Trying to comfort her. A more logical person might have called for help for her - but instead, he babbled and let his emotional side over run him. With her face mostly cleaned - enough at least that he could see Octavia underneath it all, Stark stopped. He let them rest, a quiet patch of sunshine warming them, and a little bird somewhere sang it's song. 

Stark had changed a great deal since arriving in the Wilds. All that had happened, all that had come to pass was because of the wolf at his side.