His fingers just brushed against the raven's jet black feathers. His fingertips feeling the Hale breathe and stay where he was was enough for the hunter. He took in a deep, shaky breath, eyes lifted towards the blue-eyed raven as his mind filled with images. The journey was treacherous among the memories. Weaver's smile, her absence, the blurry faces all coming in and too close, the wisp of intrusive blonde hair, the feeling of drowning, of suffocating, of intensity--and then solace. Quiet. Snow and ice and blue and white and freedom. Noah softened, and though tears still welled in his eyes, he had composed himself enough.
Korbin's message was clear, and Noah nodded. The guilt that had so tightly gripped his heart began to loosen, his senses alleviated from it for just a breath of a moment. What he thought a failure, in moral and duty and love, was not how the raven saw it. Korbin needed the time of the tundra to be able to breathe again. Noah didn't understand it in the way that someone else of similar heart than Korbin, but there was still enough understanding that made the hunter able to release all of what had bottled up inside of him. He wiped the tears again, eyes going back up to the raven and expressing all the things his words could not.
Thank you. I am happy to see you.
Please stay.
