[SE] the portals of the night

Noah

Don't the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out

Noah stepped inside after him, the doors closing softly at his back, and paused despite himself. The warmth hit like a slow exhale, curling around his shoulders and easing the tension he almost always held between his shoulder blades. He had been here hundreds and hundred of times from its inception and raising, yet each time he found himself looking through the rows of verdant color with awe.

Noah made a humming noise of interest and attention as Amhran spoke, following the Raeling to where he led to the plants. Up close, the petals really did catch the light beautifully, pale specks scattered through them like a muted night sky. The Sentinel lifted his eyebrows as Amhran made his suggestions, a bouncy set of nods following. "I think that's great." Noah couldn't see any reason that idea wouldn't work, so he was ready and happy to execute it with the young man. 

Shedding his jacket to better acclimate to the interior of the greenhouse (and later prepare himself for going back out in the Citadel's cold), Noah took it to a shelf. He set it down, and then started his task. He searched for empty pots, shuffling through items on the shelves until he found what he was looking for. "Are these deep enough?" He asked, holding them up for the man to inspect. Noah was better with ice and frost, and wasn't sure how deep the roots went for these lillies.

Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around