I won't stop breathing 'til my heart stops beating
Noah wanted Morgan to return. He wanted her to come back, whole, and ready to take up the mantle of leading their icy kingdom once more. He hated the idea of her being gone. He still had not come to a place of fully understanding her decision (totally unaware of her following her lover), he felt he had to honor it. But, with his seat on their council, he had to think of what the possibilities were. He had been mulling over them her entire absence, trying to figure out what would need to happen whether or not the woman returned with her warhammer in hand.
The hunter had not expected Deimos' answer to his question, in all honesty. Noah half-expected the man to give him a line along the vein of Morgan trusted me and I will serve with honor or the like. But, Deimos did not want to be Warden. Noah knew now, sitting her beside the hellhound, that there was no aspiration to be King (again) within his breast. Noah sighed some, a hefty bear breath, and nodded. It takes a great deal of wisdom and humility to decide that. But Noah had to ask himself in the wake of the answer: would he want to lead here, if he was called to?
He was not sure, and he sent a prayer to the gods he knew were unable to hear him that Morgan would come home unscathed.
NOAH
