The sun's coming up
Noah's face dropped as Maeve moved away from her desk. The fact that she was heavy with child was not lost on him, but the circumstance that brought him here was heavier than that. He would congratulate her at a later time, when he was more pulled together and did not feel like a frayed string. The queen embraced him, and Noah merely stood there. He couldn't feel his limbs.
Drowned? Confusion swam through the grief and swarmed his mind. He knew the youngest Hale could swim -- they were all taught at a young age how to protect themselves and save their own lives if they ever fell through the ice on the Sea of Glass. Noah had watched the boy pass his trials, better than both of his siblings, and swim. After many quiet moments, Noah finally spoke. "He can-- he could-- Korbin can swim--" He sobbed into her, arms dull at his sides despite how hers curled around him. Everything felt numb, and the Sentinel was rendered immobile for several minutes, before one arm lifted slowly to rest in the small of her back. His forehead rested on her shoulder. "Take me to him."
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
