The sun's coming up
Noah brought the bow down and his arms went limp at his sides. He could not take his eyes off of the burning boat as it drifted out into the depths. The stone returned to his features, even as Maeve gripped his hand. "Thank you." He whispered. Despite the coldness in tone and feature, the words were sincere. Maeve had no responsibility to Noah, nor to Korbin, and she chose to keep safe and honor the raven boy despite that. Noah truly was thankful for her, and would keep her a close ally in the coming months.
"I am returning to King's End, but first I need to venture to Stormbreak. I need to speak with Phoebe." He turned to her and one of the attendants came and took the bow back from him. Noah moved back up to shore, brushing sand from his feet and ankles and putting boots back on. "Can you help me arrange those travels?" And here he was, back to business as usual--
--though now with one less piece of himself.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
