NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
Noah leaned back from her as she spoke, and listened to her words carefully. His eyebrows knit together as she recalled what had happened to her. He was one part relieved that the dragon had not caused her any harm, and one part amazed -- frustrated? -- at her actions. "You...why didn't you try to contact me? To tell me you were safe? Delphine--I--" His jaw left open and his voice cracked with his rising emotions, "--I was worried sick looking for you." He looked at her, hard, his face contorted with all of the emotions he felt.
In a fury of words and her own emotion, she asked him to marry her. He closed his mouth and reached for her hands, cupping both of them in his. He looked down at them, his calloused fingers running over her smooth skin. Even now, they were stained from paints and berries and gods knew what else. "Delphine," He sighed, "I love you. I love you so much sometimes it hurts me. But, do you even feel that for me?" His question was honest, and raw, and vulnerable. He felt he already knew the answer -- the woman had disappeared from the tundra at the hands of a dragon and he searched and searched and searched and she...went for a vacation.
