The sun's coming up
The greeting was warm and nothing that Noah did not already expect. He returned her hug with his own, his arms wrapping around her and giving a small squeeze. "I am sorry to barge in like this." He said, pulling back from their embrace to move to sit where she motioned. He settled in to a great wooden chair with a leather seat, its armth unsurprising for Torchline. Everything was warm, even when they were in the depths of winter. It was so different than the life he knew before. Halo was cold. He missed it.
Leaning back into the chair, Noah took a breath and decided to jump right into it. "Well, I actually came to ask you about what you know of the gods. Have you ever interacted with any of them?" It was an odd question, surely, but not one that was too off the wall for what Noah's life looked like now. He suspected that Maeve had to have some relationship with Safrin, given that the goddess placed her in the position where she now stood. "I'm also curious to know where Torchline may stand in the upcoming war."
Noah was not really a shy man.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
