You've Got A Problem

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

Noah received the information from Delphine about what had happened that day between her and Korbin. The fact that Korbin had thrown a knife at her, that Delphine wanted to help him get clean--all of it (from her side, of course). It made Noah's stomach churn and worry set in his bones again for the younger Halovian. He had wanted to go and find Korbin and stay with him, but having been working long hours overseeing and taking care of the needs of others here in the Academy was enough of an argument for Delphine to get him to stay with her, and find Korbin when they awoke.

Unfortunately, they didn't get that chance. In the middle of them sleeping, there was a loud banging on their door and a man who Noah knew as the old tavern keeper outside spewing the information about Korbin. Noah was up and dressed in a decent enough manner and following after Delphine before she could speak.

Delphine moved and readied herbs and teas and food for Korbin. Noah watched over him, a chair slid up next to his cot. It was all he could do. He was not a healer. He was just a hunter, a friend, sitting here, giving his silent support and company to the man who didn't want it. His muscles were tight as he leaned over his knees, chin resting on clutched hands, praying to any god who would listen, even in Longnight, that the raven would make it through this.

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson