NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
He nodded in response to the Healer's comment, a knowing sort of scoff leaving his lips. Noah had not yet had to make it back to the Citadel with just the strings of his life in his hands. So far, he had never received any injuries that left him in danger so perilous that it threatened his life. He was grateful for that fact. There were so many men and women of Halo who barely made it back, crawling with that little life they had left. Weaver was one of them. If someone had not found her in the wake of Erebor's sacrifice, she would have followed his fate out in the ice. It made a shudder run down Noah's spine whenever he thought about it. The worst injury he had sustained out in the Tundra had been when he was a teenager, a few summers before his father passed away. They had been attacked by a desperate pack of wolves, and one had gnarled his arm so bad that it dislocated the shoulder and shattered his collar bone, as well as left him with a compound fracture of the ulna. It took him a while to recover, even with his mother's magic, and his father had to basically drag him back to the Citadel with him falling in and out of consciousness from blood loss and pain, but he had survived. When he complimented his mother, Noah smiled and nodded, a sad fondness rising in his eyes. "She truly was. Died in childbirth, unfortunately."
He took in a breath, letting his mother's face fade from behind his eyes. "I think that lessons would be great. Being flexible to the schedule of the Halovians is good. I will spread the word, too, so that hopefully you'll get some more students. I really am excited about the idea of anyone, even without magic, being able to learn to help people in more ways." There he was, traditional Olson, focused on helping others as much as he could. "And if you need anything I have or any knowledge I can offer you, I think that's a fair exchange."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
