I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah wished he had a pulse of gratitude to send over the bond towards the companion, but as a demigod rather than an attuned, he didn’t have that ability. Instead he reached down and pressed a hand to the bear’s head, letting his fingers spread into whooly fur. He held Alys with the other arm, keeping her close. ”Lets go, then.” Noah offered his hand for the seer, ready to lead her on the search through this wood to find her hope. ”We won’t stop.” Until we found one would have been the way the sentence typically finished, but Noah meant it as he said it — they wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. Not until it was complete, and Caido returned to the state it should be.
NOAH
