With the three of them sitting in a room together in the wake of all that was happening and had happened, the bond was alive with what they felt. Noah leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth turned down into a frown. "From what I know, which is at the word of other people, is that Amalia seems to have just disappeared. There was no event, and she didn't come to any harm...as far as I know. When Longnight is over, I intend to call upon Vi and speak with him in more detail if I can. He didn't give me much...I was only with him a few moments before he sent me to Stormbreak." Noah ran his hands down his thighs, keeping his eyes on Deimos for the majority, and just glancing over at Cordelia briefly. This news, at the moment, had more to do with the Sword than anyone else -- because, even though the two had not been together for some time -- it meant that part of him was missing. Noah understood how distressing that could be. "I will travel back to Stormbreak soon, before longnight is over. I need to speak with Cian. He is the leader of the Order. I need to understand where they all stand with this, and if they expect anything from me." His eyes rested now longer on Cordelia, with Eira pressing into her side and offering her the comfort she could. "I'm not sure what will happen after that, but travel from Stormbreak to Torchline is very easy." What Noah meant, then, was that he thought Deimos and Cordelia should stay here, as close to him as they could get, but he would not -- could not -- make them.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
