He would wipe away every tear for as long as she stayed with him, here, and that he was certain of.
When she asked of his parents, he nodded. "My parents were amazing?" He started, his voice still lifting at the ends of his sentences to denote his cursed questioning. "They loved us more than anything else? My father was a hunter, like me, and my mother a healer?" He could see their faces, though with nearly a decade of them gone, some of his father's features resembled Ezekiel's, and his mother's his own reflection. "They were dedicated to Halo? My father taught and over saw a lot of hunters here, training up youngsters just like his own sons? My mother worked her healing magic out of our house?" He turned and pointed to the chairs that Noah and Delphine had sat in and ate stew the first time she had come to his house. "These were their chairs." It was a statement, rather than a question, but being caught up in his parents' story he hardly noticed. "My mother died in childbirth. There was something so deeply sick inside of her that, even though there were Abandoned healers present, none of them could save her. My sister -- we didn't name her -- died only a few hours after my mother. My father was full of sorrow after her passing. He dedicated himself to his duty, bottled up his emotions. I had seen him cry my whole life...but losing my mother was an entirely different kind of heart break. I never saw one tear from him." While having lived this story, and most of Halo knowing the vague details of it, no one in Noah's life had gotten as much detail as Delphine.
"My father died in a hunting accident. Not three moons separated their deaths."
