But, he didn't. If Weaver were here, she would have. The black haired mage would have grabbed him by his ear and twisted it until he screamed and then she would have thrust the herbs in and clamped his jaw shut and plugged his nose until he was forced to swallow.
Noah was not Weaver, and he never would be. He knew that. He still cared for the raven, however, and despite his anger at his words, and his actions, he stayed.
Time seemed to move too slow as Noah stood there, silent. The anger that Noah felt, he knew, came from a place of his own grief and hurt. Hurt that, despite their conversation in the Kraai before Longnight, this was the Korbin he was looking at. He knew--and told the younger shifter--that he would not get better over night. But Noah had hoped with all that he was that he would be trying harder than this.
Finally, the blond man sat. He sighed. He rubbed his face with both of his rough hands. "Korbin--" he started, leaning his forearms against his knees and looking at the raven's back. The way he was curled up in the cot was so reminiscent of a child that it nearly startled Noah. "--why are you doing this to yourself? To the people around you?" He had a strong guess as to what the raven would say, and he was not entirely prepared to accept it. "I know Delphine can...come on strong," An understatement, if there ever was one, "and her ways are different than what we're used to. But, she's trying to help. If you don't want that, its fine. She doesn't have to come around anymore. I'll keep her away." Noah knew there were two sides to every story, and while he heard Delphine's recollection of their interactions, he had not heard Korbin's.
