every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
She was right. The anger here was justified. While she might not feel the anger directly at Neron and Zariah, Noah couldn't let that part go. Not yet. He would need time, and maybe even to talk to the two of them in person to get rid of it. He hated the way that his chest burned with rage toward them. He would, given his way, dispel all of his anger right here and right now. But it didn't work like that.
Sighing, Noah pressed into her hand some as it stroked against his cheek. "You're right. We need to get some of the most urgent things done tonight." Noah nodded to himself and leaned forward, stoking up the fire and adding a few more logs. "We have to get the windows and the door in good enough repair that we don't freeze to death. Check your room." He nearly bit his tongue when he called Ezekiel's room her room. It was true, though. His brother was off gallivanting the world while the rest of the Halovians were here dealing with this tragedy.
Standing up, Noah moved over to inspect the front door and the damage done to it.
NOAH
