I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah held onto his jackets, waiting for his call to be returned. Hotaru moved swiftly into the room, and the hunter's face breaks into a broad, winkled smile. "Hotaru." His voice rumbled out a greeting as she gestured for the coat hangers. The hunter turned and hung his outer layers up. "Well," The hunter starts, turning back towards the blonde woman and taking a few steps towards her, "I remember you saying something about adjustments?" He let his tone lift at the end of his sentence to indicate a question, but the hunter didn't really need to ask. He remembered with extreme clarity what she had told him on the Sea of Glass, all those seasons ago.
"I've got some pain here, when I do this." Noah gestured to the right side of his body, at the base of his ribcage. Simultaneously, he turned his body to the left and bent at the waist. The pain sparked up his side and spread through his body, making his face wince in tandem with the motions he made. "Can you do anything about that?" He asked, slowly bringing his body back to a less painful posture.
NOAH
