[SE] was it the fire punch or the fever dream high

Noah

the truth is what remains
the truth is what you save from the fire

The water felt better with every step, merciful compared to the hammering heat above. It wrapped around his waist and ribs like a living salve, salt slick against his skin, drawing the worst of the fire out of his muscles. Each small wave that struck him felt like permission to breathe again.

"Out of place." Noah said, answering her question as they angled toward the curve of rock that promised shelter. His voice was calmer now, paced to the rhythm of the surf. "That’s what caught my attention first." In fact, he thought it was a dragon egg at first. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it when he first picked it up, but he couldn't leave it out there. He was so glad the gods had ordained it to be his bondmate. Eira was a blessing to him. "I bet you could quest for one from Safrin." He said.

He watched the cloud manta drift once more before it was out of sight. Shifting and returning his focus to their path through the water. Instinct kept him half-turned to buffer the stronger surges from knocking into her, but as they moved the water started getting roughter and rougher. "Hey, I have an idea that will get us to the cove safer. You ever ridden a horse?" Noah asked, lifting a brow.

you fight for what you love, don't matter if it hurts
you find out what it's worth and you let the rest burn