Noah had always been quite a selfless man. It often served him well. He had good relationships with people. He was well-liked among Snowcloak. He worked hard and lived a pretty decent life. Today, however, that selflessness seemed to have made the hunter hit a wall. Exhaustion hung on his bones like toddlers off a parent's leg. Dark circles had formed under his eyes this last season. Now, tools fell from his cold fingers and he fumbled around with them. He dared not look at the mason he attempted to help -- he knew the look he was surely receiving. Noah bit his lip and tried again to gather the tools he was asked to gather and move them to where they needed to be. A hammer fell from his grip and landed squarely on his foot. Normally, Noah might have been able to avoid it, but in his tired state it slammed hard down on him and he sucked in a thick breath.
The hunter grumbled and, with determination and a stubbornness that dice willing outweighed his exhaustion, pressed on. The mason directed him to place the tools, and Noah did so. He could tell the hesitation in the stone-worker's voice. "I've got this. Tell me what to do." Noah said, voice firm and reassuring despite how his foot throbbed in his foot. Delphine would take care of it later, he told himself, a confidence very much different than what he had before. Before her, he would just charge through the pain and do as little medical as he could. Now, however, he had a mage waiting for him at home, happy to use her magic to his benefit.
As the mason directed, Noah attempted to hold a large wedge in place so that the other man could begin to set the foundation for the gate.
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NOAH TRIES AGAIN :D (Sorry for the wait, vacation + 16 hour work day yesterday killed me).
