His request does not seem to be made in vain. The reindeer felt the touch of the genie upon him, and it made him take a step back. He still did not fully trust this massive, magical creature. Having lived in the North his entire life, he knew that magic and things unknown needed to be weighed carefully and with wisdom. Noah was a smart man, but he desired always to grow in wisdom. What did this genie have to offer them? Have to offer him? He took in a sharp breath, muscles tensing along his shoulders. How would he respond? What would be the wise thing for him to do? It was no longer about his selfish desire or his selfless character. No, instead, this had shifted into a test of how much risk the northling man was willing to make.
Lifting a leg slightly, showing his discomfort, Noah finally decided. "I have fared this north well. I choose to believe I still can." The genie had heard him before, so confidence rather than hope sat on his chest and his words. He scanned the area for the others, watching those in the red and dislike move in ways that intended comic relief to the genie. He felt glad that he had not fallen to this -- Noah had an awfully awkward sense of humor.
Noah will see what the Genie offers.
