And he couldn't.
Korbin snarled and called Delphine a bitch. While he still held worry his friend's well-being, he would not stand for such treatment of the woman he held. Noah stood up, his form suddenly imposing, looming, angry. "Enough!" He boomed, deep voice harsh and strong and cold as ice. "You will not speak to her that way. You will sit up, and drink the damn tea, take the herbs, and work." Fists tightened at his sides. He turned to Delphine. "Unless you are telling him what to take as far as herbs and medicines go, you don't speak to him without me."
At this point, Noah was starting to wonder if he was the only sane person in Halo. While grief and depression sunk deep into the breast of the raven, he wondered if everyone else was suffering from being locked up in the Academy for so long. Perhaps bringing everyone here was a mistake -- maybe he should have just left them all to fend for themselves, in their homes, like they've always done.
