set aside your soul
Noah nodded, slowly but steadily. There was a humility there, settled on stone confidence. ”I do. I’m a hunter by trade, from Halo.” He shifted his weight, boots settling firmly in the gravel as he met her gaze without flinching.
Then his eyes drifted to her bow again, keenly aware of the tension threaded through her shoulders and coiling in the air, perhaps from his attuned nature, or perhaps from years spent observing other people, he cleared his throat. It wasn’t just practice keeping her out here. It was something trying to chew its way under her ribs. He understood that feeling far too well. “If you want someone to shoot alongside, I can keep pace. Or push it, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
A small, sure grin touched his mouth. “Your choice. I’m not here to waste your arrows.”
Then his eyes drifted to her bow again, keenly aware of the tension threaded through her shoulders and coiling in the air, perhaps from his attuned nature, or perhaps from years spent observing other people, he cleared his throat. It wasn’t just practice keeping her out here. It was something trying to chew its way under her ribs. He understood that feeling far too well. “If you want someone to shoot alongside, I can keep pace. Or push it, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
A small, sure grin touched his mouth. “Your choice. I’m not here to waste your arrows.”
Noah
let tomorrow realize itselt
