i will endure the night for the promise of light
Having moved down with the logs as they each placed them where they needed to be, Noah nodded. "So it is decided, then." Part of his heart hoped that Isla and Bastien would see reason and hold the ascended accountable for their actions. The other part....almost knew better. If Wessex was a representative of her race, then ties and friendship meant nothing to her. Noah had been her friend. Noah had helped her. She did not care. She acted out of violence and selfishness all in the name of herself, her people, and the Voice. It was vile. Noah had no high opinion of the woman. She was a betrayer as Morgan was.
Letting his thoughts consume him, the hunter was less careful than he should have been. He took place near Cordelia to hold the wood steady, but as he did so his hand slipped and as she placed a board where it needed to be it was also where his hand was. Hissing and pulling it back, Noah mumbled a "Sorry." before shaking it all from his head, however, Noah focused on what was in front of him. He used his other hand to help hold the boards in place, while the other throbbed against his chest.
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Noah helps hold boards steady but also crushed his hand a little. Ouch.
THE SENTINEL OF THE NORTH
