every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
While Noah would feel completely satisfied to sit in silence, had he known this man, he was a stranger and he chose to sit down. Surely, his body willed the action for some reason. This Deimos was not the only one Noah fed, but he was the only one who's bedside he sat at. Watching him eat, Noah leaned back in the chair some and let his hands fall into his lap. While he had not reached out his hand to shake the other man's in greeting, he did extend his hand to accept the empty bowl from the stranger should it be given.
"How did you fall ill?" Noah asked, his voice a curious but gentle tone reverberating towards the warlord. Noah had lots of questions, really, but he thought it best not to overwhelm the stranger and start asking questions slowly. If he wouldn't answer, or wasn't able to answer, Noah would merely move on. There was no real need to press the stranger on if he wouldn't be willing to talk with the hunter. Although...Noah did really want to know why, or how, this man got sick, and what was causing the other people around them to fall to the same illness.
NOAH
