When Wessex did not fight back about Noah's suggestion, and instead used it to build a bridge between them, Noah softened some. While he had been more amiable in this encounter than he could say others from Halo might have been, he was put even more at ease when Wessex offered a peek into her nature. Noah nodded, a small smile brightening his icy features. He grasped her hand firmly. Her appearance did not make him feel the necessity to be gentle and soft. No, he knew that when he extended his own hand he would meet her strength.
He turned, some, looking towards the Citadel. "I was headed back towards Snowcloak. If you were headed that way, I wouldn't mind the company." His smile did not fade as he looked back up to Wessex. He shifted his gear some, pulling his hood up to cover his head. The day was dwindling, and he did not want to be out here when the night came. The tundra was the unforgiving mistress of Halo, and to be in her grasp and open to the vulnerabilities of her dangers, was not desirable.
