Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

Stark had his guesses. Nova Rose was still a memory to him, the thorn in so many wolves' sides and the one who refused to accept the law of the land. Octavia should have thrown her on her ass and if she hadn't have been gone Stark would have when he took over. She'd been so flippant with information about Tambourine it only made sense to him that she'd somehow insert herself in the girls' situations somehow. 

For Stark there is a strange notion of comfort - maybe Tambourine could have the sort of family life that Stark had, maybe he'd form a strong bond with the sisters that he had never known. Stark wasn't sure how he'd view Saena, it was a strange circumstance to arrange themselves as friends but given the circumstances it was all odd. Stark offered a little smile and gave a nod, looking out towards the Valley ahead of them. "I think he'd like that." He said as he returned his gaze to her. It would be a good thing to offer anyways. "We'd definitely host you guys for a bit, if need be. Or once everything settles, maybe we meet up and let the kids get to know each other." 

How odd being a parent was, arranging playdates and making plans like he had the rights to do so.