[o] [SE] didn't see it there before

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

When the younger attuned spoke, Noah listened without interrupting. Turning from the flames, he let his gaze steady on Sohalia even as she kept hers on the fire. He shifted slightly, the firelight catching along the edge of his features as he considered his next words. He let out a breath, words catching for a moment at the tip of his tongue, before he fully proceded. "Safrin has a reputation, that is true." he said, reassuring a part of her that trusted the words of others. "Some of it earned. Some of it exaggerated, depending on who’s telling it, I think." Maybe it wasn't, maybe it was. Noah didn't know every intimate or dark or dramatic moment between Safrin and her other followers, namely Ronin and Deimos, but he did know what they had told him and he was able ot hold that otgether with his own judgement of her.

The hunter turned away briefly. "She’s not simple. None of them are." Then Noah nudged another piece of brush into the flames, watching the way it caught before continuing. "But you’re right to question what you’ve heard." He said. "Most people don’t form their own opinions about the gods, they inherit them." He paused and turned back towards her. "But if Safrin has given you a quest, then she’s already decided you’re worth her time." he added with a shrug. "She doesn't just hand them out like candy."

then I'm willing to
wait for it