There was silence from his end of the bond as he let Korbin overwhelm him. His own memories of Weaver turned over and over in his mind. She had been a good friend to him, and though his love for her did not even touch the amount of her brother, Noah was grieving as well. Finally, the reindeer climbed the staircase. It was more awkward to move his body around the spiral as a reindeer than it was a man, but his hooves aided him well against the ice and snow. Reaching the top, Noah let out a small grunt. Blue eyes roamed the birds, looking for the blue of Korbin's eyes he knew he kept in the shift. He did not find the eyes, but he did find a puffed-up raven that did not look at him as he approached.
The deer moved, bond silent through his own emptiness in the moment, before finally settling against the wall that the raven he guessed to be Korbin perched on. He curled his legs beneath himself and rested his shoulder against the wall. When he was settled, he finally let his mind fill again. He had no words, he only tried to give some semblance of support for the younger man.
He did not press his own feelings onto him, he did not try to tell him to move on. He rested sentinel: grieving with he who grieved.
And detached as boats to the dock?
