Hushed Willows but there's nowhere to go

He didn't need to say a word. Neither of them did. Both their thoughts were far from their willows, focused on the missing parts of Sikas' family. Stark frowned when the boy let out a small whine - it was so hard to remember the fact Silas was still so young. He'd already endured so much, seen so much, and Stark closed the distance between them to gently nudge the boys shoulder. If he wanted comfort, the dark male could provide that at least. 

It was unfair and it was worrying, as much as he had wanted to bring back Pippin now there were even more of the Ostrega clan out running through the wilds. He couldn't fathom what might be keeping them - even when Mordecai had gone off it had been check ins, short jaunts out and then back. This felt different. It was more worrying. Stark would push to get them back together. He owed that much to them - they deserved some happiness after everything they had been through.