An outing to the hot springs was cemented in Hadama's plans at hearing Noah's praise of them, but right now upon the Sea it was his friend that held the Tidebreaker's attention. An invitation to speak, if Noah needed the outlet. He held his silence, patient and willing to wait for as long as Noah needed to find the words to answer him, whether those were to deflect or accept his offer.
But he was honored when the other man chose to accept, returning to a shape that would allow him to give voice to how his life had changed in the past seasons.
And Hadama listened. He nodded in understanding of Noah's loss, and again at the difficulty of parenting three children, each with different needs and ways of grieving. "You are doing your best for them. It is all that any parent can do," he rumbled softly. "While healing from your own grief." Something, he hoped, that the young Olsons would come to understand some day when they were older. "How is Marcus's magic training going?"
But he was honored when the other man chose to accept, returning to a shape that would allow him to give voice to how his life had changed in the past seasons.
And Hadama listened. He nodded in understanding of Noah's loss, and again at the difficulty of parenting three children, each with different needs and ways of grieving. "You are doing your best for them. It is all that any parent can do," he rumbled softly. "While healing from your own grief." Something, he hoped, that the young Olsons would come to understand some day when they were older. "How is Marcus's magic training going?"
