NOAH
Noah smiled as the girl reached for the cup. He did not notice the way the color filled her freckled cheeks, though even if he had he might have brushed it off as nothing to note. Taking his own cup, then, and taking a sip, he listened as she spoke. "I'd rather be out on the tundra than in the library, myself. But there are far more dangerous things out there than rivers. I wouldn't go alone, and I wouldn't go without a natural." The advice was not meant to scare the girl, merely to inform. Many, many people lost their lives on the tundra simply by taking a wrong turn, or a change of direction in the wind. It was a treacherous place. While it was beautiful, and there was plenty of awe to experience in it, it was still dangerous.
Noah set his cup back on the table, letting his eyes follow it. "I couldn't leave you there. The river would have taken you." He said, the true humility of his spirit evident in every word that he spoke. "There is not need to thank me." Noah would have done it for anyone. Even someone he regarded as an enemy -- which, at this point in his life, he did not have any.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
