NOAH
Filling the vials was a particularly easy task. His hand gently submerged into the warm spring, lingering there even after his last vial was filled. The warmth crept up his arm and spread into his chest, bringing his bones to life. Letting loose a breath of relief, Noah leaned back on the warm stones and corked each vial, handing them back to Deimos.
While Noah wasn't, by nature, an adventuring type, the concept had grown on him in the last few seasons. Venturing to the wilds as well as other established territories had broadened his horizons, and the man wasn't as adverse to it all as he was before. So long, of course, as he could return back to his icy home. It is what mattered most to him. Although, at the question, the hunter was feeling particularly indifferent in the moment, and he turned his attention to Aisha to let her make the decision. He gave her a small shrug.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
