delphine
Delphine pursed her lips, staring up at Noah as he issued orders, and she nodded, as expected she seemed relieved to receive orders regarding the raven. "If he'd just take these herbs here, and the instructions... he shouldn't wind up in here again," she murmured, almost a promise, though she couldn't safely promise she may not wind up with the raven in her care again.
She reached out, to grasp one of Noah's curled hands, and she aimed to carefully loosen his grip, so that she could slip her hand into his. If she was successful, she'd squeeze his hand tightly, and whisper, "It's just words, Noah. Let me get those instructions prepped, and I'll leave. Maybe you'll have better luck." She felt guilty, leaving Korbin in Noah's care, even if it was relatively simple at this point.
Noah had so much to take care of; more than just Korbin, or even himself. She moved to the table, scribbling simple instructions, with times and herbs and how they needed to be steeped and how much she had given him. She tied the pouch, instructions tucked inside, to a small jar of honey that she'd brought with her, and flashed Noah a smile.
Words couldn't hurt her anymore than she was already hurt. There was a time Delphine would have cried over words, or knives thrown at her... but that had been a literal world away. Things had been different then. "Come back to bed when you're done?" She didn't wait for an answer, though it was most certainly a question, before she had left the room, the door of the room next to it opened and shut quietly.
She'd not sleep until Noah came back, but it was better than lingering where she wasn't wanted.
She reached out, to grasp one of Noah's curled hands, and she aimed to carefully loosen his grip, so that she could slip her hand into his. If she was successful, she'd squeeze his hand tightly, and whisper, "It's just words, Noah. Let me get those instructions prepped, and I'll leave. Maybe you'll have better luck." She felt guilty, leaving Korbin in Noah's care, even if it was relatively simple at this point.
Noah had so much to take care of; more than just Korbin, or even himself. She moved to the table, scribbling simple instructions, with times and herbs and how they needed to be steeped and how much she had given him. She tied the pouch, instructions tucked inside, to a small jar of honey that she'd brought with her, and flashed Noah a smile.
Words couldn't hurt her anymore than she was already hurt. There was a time Delphine would have cried over words, or knives thrown at her... but that had been a literal world away. Things had been different then. "Come back to bed when you're done?" She didn't wait for an answer, though it was most certainly a question, before she had left the room, the door of the room next to it opened and shut quietly.
She'd not sleep until Noah came back, but it was better than lingering where she wasn't wanted.
