NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
As Poe settled down with Delphine, the hunter wondered what it would be like to have a companion. Neither of his parents had them, but he knew several people now that did. What sort of soul-bond did they share? How was it that Delphine could spend so long away from him and not be utterly heartbroken. Well, actually, now that Noah thought about it, the woman probably had been heartbroken about leaving her bird behind, but just not ready to admit it or face that pain. It didn't matter now--they were reunited. His thoughts shifted away from the bird and the bond as the blonde moved to stand before him, the dress she picked out held up for his eyes to wander over.
In no way shape or form did Noah not want Delphine to have that dress. As she leaned up and whispered in his ear one hand went to hold her waist and the other stayed in his pocket, fist clenched around the container of salve as if it was the only thing keeping him from tearing her clothes off right now, right here in this market. His face flushed red, but this time it was not easily mistaken for sunburn. He cleared his throat, smirking, and simply asked, "How much?"
