He watched as Wessex dropped down into the building's ruins. Looking down at the drop, the hunter decided he would be more graceful to take on his feline skin once more. Shifting down, Noah trotted along the beam of the house before scaling his way down into the rubble, shifting back up to his normal being before carrying on the conversation. "We did well over Deepfrost. We worked as a community last year to have Frey put some protection over the Citadel, so our citizens experienced the warmest Deepfrost of their lives." He smiled, both with pride and humor, a slight wink given to Wessex. She had visited Halo before, numerous times, and he knew she knew that warmest still meant twice as cold as the Hollowed Grounds would ever experience.
On a more personal note, though, the woman asked how he was doing. The hunter hesitated some, taking the break to think. How was he doing? Well, not great, if an outsider's perspective inspected his life over the last months. "Life is different now that it ever has been before. I am...adjusting." And he left it at that, though he did not block off any further questioning from the Queen.
