Noah
Noah waited for her to answer his question, but that did not come. Anyone who was more observant and intuitive than the hunter might have been able to pick up on it, though. Relief was there enough to see, a weight lifting off of the Valkyrie's shoulders as she launched herself at the Sentinel. Noah steadied himself as he caught her in his own embrace, his feet moving off of the stairs and into the lush grass at the base once more.
He breathed out onto her blonde hair, the rush of her body's warmth coming over him. He held her for a moment, solidifying her own safety in his mind before letting her feet touch the rich ground again. "I'm here." Was all he could manage in the moment, looking down at her heterchromatic eyes. "It's okay." He lifted his hand to brush a tendril of hair from her face. "Have you been in the Greatwood all this time? Your child -- are they --" Noah stepped back from her, the memories of her fleeing the warground that was Halo flooding this mind. It had been the last time he saw her.
are you out there on the front lines
or at home keeping score?
or at home keeping score?
