take off the training wheels

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

Noah nodded, understanding the pain of trauma. He might not know what happened, and he might not ever know, and that was okay. He wasn't the most equipped to be able to help Henry with his mental state, but at least he could take the man and teach him something and give him a bubble of time and space where he might not have to think about what happened.

With all of her attention, the young griffin beamed. Noah unbuttoned his jacket and lifted the growing, white creature from it and handed her out to Henry. The youngling chirped and trilled her delight, bright yellow eyes looking up at Henry with a kindness that made honey seem bitter. "This is Eira. I found her out on the Sea of Glass just before Longnight." Should Henry take the creature into his arms, he would receive a happy trill and a snuggle.

Taking a deep breath, Noah turned towards the fields. "I was able to find the spot where they roost. It's hard to miss -- just look for the giant, spread out pile of scat." He started to walk. Eira scrambled to the ground to trot behind her bondmate, long tail swaying delightedly behind her. "And, the memory mud has held their tracks." Noah pointed at the trail before them, with pristine tracks in the mud set as if they were placed in concrete.

then I'm willing to
wait for it