set it to your woes
He patted her leg in a comforting way. "I hope we live long lives where we can take our time doing all of this." He found himself praying for this more and more as he aged, and even more in the season since Weaver was killed. Halo was a dangerous place to live, and Noah knew that well. He wanted, however, to make it into old age. He wanted to teach the young people coming behind him in this frozen hellscape. He wanted them to know that, even though life was hard here, it was worth living and could be lived well. He squeezed her hand.
"Well, I think learning more about your magic and practicing it will be beneficial for you, and for Halo. Loren is the only magical healer I know of who wants to use their magic in a way to help people professionally." There were other healers, of course, but they did not dedicate their lives to the arts -- they just used their magic when people were brought in and forced onto their kitchen tables, bleeding out and screaming from being gored in the tundra. "Do you know if you will get -- or even have -- other magics, like I do shifts?"
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
