He listened to her without interruption. Concern laced over his stoic face, drawing his eyebrows together. He didn't like what he was hearing, but he was confident this way that Delphine reacted to things and made decisions in her life was a product of all of the abuse she had faced in her life. "Delphine...that is not...an appropriate response. Causing more pain, to yourself or to others, is not okay." Noah was never an eloquent man, and now he struggled with trying to convey his point of view. "It's why I always stop you from hurting yourself. It might mask the true pain for a moment...but it doesn't solve anything. It doesn't help. It's not...healthy."
He took her arm in his hands, having set the mug down on the floor beside the bed, and turned it over to inspect the bruising. A flash of anger, a flare of rage, burst in his breast, but he shoved it down. Noah knew Korbin, and thought that for him to react violently towards someone was him being pushed over the edge. He was unaware of the violence Korbin had reacted with against other members of Halo -- Chulane, Loren -- but was shocked at the bruises on her wrist. "I'm sorry he hurt you." His jaw muscles clenched and loosened, the discomfort easy to spot. If it had been anyone, anyone, else, Noah might have stormed off from here and beaten the perpetrator to a pulp...but he knew Korbin would never do such a thing unprovoked. It didn't make it right, but it changed Noah's response to it.
