I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
The herbs and the water he had been forced to take by Delphine were helping him. Even as he moved his head up and down her neck it did not throb or spin, and his stomach had settled down for the most part. He knew he would need to drink more water to keep dehydration at bay, and there were certainly ways to come that would make him regret his drinking actions from the night before.
He let his rumbling continue as she went on to talk about what she might paint. He was, truly, content with whatever she picked. In the past he may have had reservations about changing his family's home, but Noah was taking more of his own ownership over it. His brother had up and gone without a second thought, and he was left to tend to it. Adding things to it, letting Delphine's touch flare the place up, was not a disrespectful thing to do. It helped him feel better about the home being his, and if it helped her feel more welcome within the walls, then so be it.
He frowned some, almost pouting, when she pulled away and handed him a job. He took the bowl nonetheless and stared mixing. "What makes this green so....vibrant?"
NOAH
