Octavia shouts and swears, but eventually cuts her rant short. Her rage isn't helping things. There's nothing she can do about Stella here; even then, what would she do...?

None of that matters now. The younger owl calms herself, hair returning to normal, returning to snuggling her father.

"...It's alright, dad. You've always done your best to protect me and be there for me. I wouldn't be anywhere near the person I am now if you didn't try as hard as you did. And I'm glad you did."