"There might be something resembling it in Halo," his skin prickled some when she touched him, a small shiver running up his spine, "but I don't ever have this much exposed skin where I could really come in contact with it." He mused, a chuckle lightening his breath. He lifted his eyebrows some, twisting his neck as much as he could to get a look at what she was doing. Her fingers moved quickly and carefully, making her skill apparent to him. She was right -- it did itch. The rapid sewing back together of skin and tissue was not something he knew. He only knew slow recovery, the itch of scabs and stitches and casts that lasted forever--or so, he always felt like in the moment.
When she had mentioned sleeping with the herald, Noah sputtered. "No, I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant--I, uh, er--" Blood rushed to his face, though it was barely noticeable beneath what was already sunburned. He shook his head, spinning on his knees in the sand to face Phoebe. Total embarrassment washed over his face, but he listened as she continued. Deciding it was better to move on, he did.
"Torchline is the first place I have ever been besides Halo. I don't venture much." He rocked back on his legs some, glancing over at Prim. He was very aware of the dragon and any move it made, despite trying to keep his attention on Phoebe. "You've been to Halo, then? What did you think?" He asked, making eye contact with her once more.
