NOAH
There was no need for Noah to wait for an explicit invitation to sit on the bench with her. Her warm greeting was enough of one. Though they had only met the once, and it was a short meeting in the darkness of the early morning, there was a purity about the young woman that rang through Noah, giving him confidence that she could be trusted. "I'm doing alright." He responded as he sat, the answer vague but not evading enough to be alarming.
"Those will look nice. Do you want a hand?" He asked, his eyebrow lifting with the end of his question. It would be a good task for him to focus on, and let the thoughts of the broader world, the war, and everything else that crashed against his skull rest for some time. "No different reason than last time, I guess." The hunter chuckled as Eira brushed against Lena's legs, ready for the treats she rummaged for, "this is a good place to clear one's head."
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
