"Mmm." Noah's jaw tightened at the mention of Neron. The others he did not know well, or at all, really. He only knew Isla as the governmental leader of the Grounds, and Cal was a foreign name to him. But they would stick in his brain forever. The more he knew, the better off he was. "Neron hasn't been seen since Morgan's body was found. I suspect that as soon as word came out he fled for the Grounds." Noah's stomach flipped and his blood ran cold within his northern veins, his mind brought up the quiet, ink-dark question: had Neron done this?
Noah did not believe the man to be above such an action. He had offered his firstborn child to the Eirachi, after all. As he reached for Remi's feather, Noah shifted uncomfortably and returned the feather to his pocket. Noah let out the breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, and spoke. "Do you...often..give your shifts to ascended?" The words were spaced to easily show with what discomfort and yet intentionality that Noah chose his question.
