Having been lost in as much paperwork it would take to drown an ursur, Noah didn’t hear Cordelia at first when she approached. It was only when he finished his letter by sealing it with Halo’s seal that he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and the unmistakable scent of his lover drifted his way. Immediately Noah stood, papers shuffling and a few falling to the stone floor. ”Cordelia,” he breathed, some sort of mix of relief and guilt on his tongue. Stepping from behind his desk the Warden closed the distance between them, wrapping the huntress without hesitation in his arms. He breathed her in again, his cheek pressed into her auburn hair.
”Im sorry I haven’t been back at the house for a few days.” The apology was sincere as it rolled from his lips, though it seemed a bit rehearsed. As if the hunter had been rolling it over in his mind, expecting the woman to come seeking him. ”There’s…a lot.” he gestured back at his desk, turning his shoulder out so that Cordelia could see the mountain of work on the great oak surface.