The way that Hotaru’s hands clasp onto him and her grip tightens on fistfulls of cotton makes a lump form in the depth of Noah’s throat, blocking the white hot bile of fear and trauma that threatened to climb the length of it and spill from his mouth. You’re okay, I’ve got you. He reassured her mentally, pushing past the way his own heart slammed against his rib cage and the memories — nightmares — flashed again behind his eyes. Air whipped around them as Ru’s magic worked, and the fog dissipated as Deimos’ own incantations joined.
Relief. Letting out the breath he had been holding, Noah stood before the other two men and held Hotaru safely against him. He looked down at her smaller frame with soft glacier eyes and tried to assess if the woman had injured herself in the moments of terror. ”Are you—“ He was about to ask if she was okay when the glimmer of scales flashed in the corner of his eye.
Alert once more, Noah straightened himself and moved so that Hotaru was behind him, between himself and Deimos. ”There’s something here!” Noah snapped, eyes narrowing as he immediately pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it into his bow.
Noah alerts the others to something and readies an arrow!
noah
the sentinel of the north
