I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah kept his glacier eyes veiled as Hotaru finished running her hands over his muscles. He let the moments her fingers traced along his skin and pressed in linger, his breathing slow and careful. He acknowledged her statement about Deimos with a nod, and he would commit to seeking the general for more focused weapons coaching on his spear. Perhaps, too, the Sword would be able to help him with the foundational pieces that would keep his muscles from turning into stone as they had in the past-- though, after receiving the best treatment of his life from the valkyrie, he wouldn't mind returning.
As she moved to work on his forearms, Noah felt as though he could sit up. Without asking permission, the hunter twisted his body carefully so that he did not pull himself out of her grasp, and sat up on the table. With the height of the table where it was, he looked her perfectly in the eyes as she worked on his arms. "What do you mean?" He wondered if there were more regulations in this world -- he knew that Ascended were banned from the Greatwood, but only recently in conversation with Deimos did he learn why.
NOAH
