He leaned against the bedpost and listened to her talk about her painting history. It was nice to hear more about her and the life she lived before him. Despite the pain in his head and the general state of discomfort he felt, it made him smile. She went on to ask him to see the world, and he sighed. "I think so." He started, voice lowering and turning more neutral than it had been the day before. "I think seeing the world would be good for me...but I do have important duties here in Halo. So we can only go on short trips." He could not leave the people to starve. "And I am sure when Ezekiel returns he will have so many stories of the world outside of Halo."
Noah moved to get a better angle of viewing her painting. He sat on the floor beside her, pulling one of the furs off of his bed to wrap around his shoulders. His smile returned when she talked about what she loved. She lit up in a way that he had not seen these past weeks. Her brown eyes glittered with a joy he had not witnessed before. The hunter reached over to stroke her back as she talked and showed him the vial of pink. He nodded at the statement about her mother. Her next question made him chuckle. It was a low chuckle, and the words which followed were so matter-of-fact: "Of course." His free hand moved to cup her chin and he brought his face to her's for a kiss, a touch of the yellow transferring from her cheek to his.
