KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It wasn't very funny, no, but Korbin chuffed a quiet laugh all the same, out of sympathy more than anything else. He knew that feeling, of needing to say anything - everything - as long as it kept the mind off what just happened. A coping mechanism, in the same way as the throwing up.
"She'll be extatic," he assured the hunter, with that same wry grin. "Maybe with you, she'll get some real resistence." Korbin just couldn't manage to throw serious punches at his sister. He was a bit better when it came to other opponents, but the reluctance always got in the way. Except possibly when he was shit-face drunk or in deep despairas it would turn out.
At the gratitude, he just nodded, accepting it for what it was. There was no need for it, really. Noah and his brother was the closest thing to family Korbin and Weaver had aside from one another. Trusted friends; of course he stayed. He knew better than to think a bout of shaky knees and upset stomach ever made Noah weak.
"Do you feel up to continuing? There's enough daylight left, we can find another herd." One that perhaps didn't range quite so close to Whitebrim. The chance to get the game they'd come for aside, perhaps the man could use the chance to focus on something else. Put his arrows to the use they were meant for.
Purify the sullied sword, so to speak. Korbin was sorely tempted to do something similar himself, though he wasn't sure how yet.
"She'll be extatic," he assured the hunter, with that same wry grin. "Maybe with you, she'll get some real resistence." Korbin just couldn't manage to throw serious punches at his sister. He was a bit better when it came to other opponents, but the reluctance always got in the way. Except possibly when he was shit-face drunk or in deep despair
At the gratitude, he just nodded, accepting it for what it was. There was no need for it, really. Noah and his brother was the closest thing to family Korbin and Weaver had aside from one another. Trusted friends; of course he stayed. He knew better than to think a bout of shaky knees and upset stomach ever made Noah weak.
"Do you feel up to continuing? There's enough daylight left, we can find another herd." One that perhaps didn't range quite so close to Whitebrim. The chance to get the game they'd come for aside, perhaps the man could use the chance to focus on something else. Put his arrows to the use they were meant for.
Purify the sullied sword, so to speak. Korbin was sorely tempted to do something similar himself, though he wasn't sure how yet.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
