set it to your woes
Noah watched the ease with which Eira let herself be in the presence of Frey. It helped him relax, too, the formalities slipping as his comfort grew. He looked still to the Herald with reverence in his eyes that was surely a mirror to his heart, but he softened between Eira's actions and the way that Frey continued to speak to him using pet names. He took the time to contemplate the question, hands cupping in his lap. "To protect." He finally decided, looking back up at the herald with earnest, vulnerable honesty reflected in glacier eyes. Noah was not sure he knew how to nurture without some semblance of violence -- that was his nature, as a hunter, was it not? He did know, though, that the shifts he gained were parts and shadows and reflections of his soul -- and his most recent were predators.
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
