Outside, the loud noise made Noah jump. Startled, he instinctively held up the knife he had been slicing away the luxere's silver skin with. Eyes narrowed as he waited for another crash, another boom, and of figures breaking down his door. While it was rare, breaking and entering and thievery was not unheard of as Deepfrost drew closer. When none of that came, Noah closed the distance to his front door. His body tensed and ready to right, he stopped and listened. Outside, faint sobbing echoed. He opened the door, and looked down at a lump of a woman.
"Delphine!" He realized, and without further thought, dropped his knife and scooped her up. He did not grab any of her possessions, but he swarmed her. His strong arms cradled her and brought her inside, using his foot to close the door tightly behind them. "Delphine, what happened?" He asked, setting her down before the fire. He hurried to his room and grabbed a blanket. He wrapped her up in and knelt before her, his large rough hands running over her arms in an attempt to warm her up.
