As he sat and listened, all he could do was nod. He had successfully swallowed away the lump in his throat and wiped away the tears from his eyes. The break of making the tea served its purpose, for him and for the raven. "I hear you." He had probably even said it himself, that time would heal wounds. He believed it in his heart -- he believed that one day the sound and sight of his arrow leaving his bow wouldn't make his stomach turn like it did now, even hunting creatures he had fell since he could draw back his own string. "but, to be fair, that much time hasn't passed." He didn't want to hear it for himself, even. It had only been two years since the first signs of the outsiders came to Halo with the arrival of Neron, and only a year with the waves of them truly coming in. The Kraai had only been open for a few months--but Weaver's dream of it had been alive for years.
"I know." Noah nodded again. He knew that Korbin had not meant to hurt Delphine. Otherwise, Noah might have been having a different conversation with the boy. While his actions were not wholly excusable, now was now the time to address them. He hoped that Korbin would see in time how he had acted, and seek forgiveness for himself. "She's hurting, too. Her children died just before Deepfrost. I think she is trying to heal her own hurt by helping other people, or doing what she thinks is helpful. From what I know of her, mothering and tending and caring is all she knows how to do. She's just clinging to that as a comfort." While the woman was overbearing, Noah had accepted her behavior because it had not been harmful--until she crossed paths with the raven.
