the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Korbin's smile, though without the usual light it held, made Noah's features break into his own smile, although it too lacked the usual light. His cheeks did not wrinkle his eyes as they normally did, but there seemed to be a tension easing up between them. It still felt heavy in the room, the aftermath of both of the shifters' outbursts not yet completely faded. He reached out and placed his hand gently on Korbin's shoulder and gave it one squeeze before pulling away again. He let out a chuckle at Korbin's wishes, and he nodded too. "I understand. She is a lot. Being cooped up for Longnight definitely isn't helping, but I think she'll settle down soon." He could tell that staying in one building for so long without any reprieve of nature was weighing on Delphine. It was weighing on him, too, and he couldn't wait to be out on the tundra again.
"You did help. You worked hard to set up and keep stocked all the fires until people knew their way around here. That was incredibly helpful. It's okay that you can only do so much--I'm not expecting you to forget your own grief and serve the people. It's not your job." While Korbin was also serving drinks from the Kraai's stock, Noah had also gotten word that that hadn't gone over too well in practice. "I just...I want you to be okay." Even that felt like too much to ask of the raven, but the hunter was desperate for his friend to walk towards healing.
"You're right about how you shouldn't be wallowing," Noah ran a hand through his hair, scratching the base of his neck, "but you don't have to jump to the other extreme either."
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
