Noah's tired eyes sparked with gratitude as Talyson, despite the rain, embraced the call to aid. The demigod's weary smile deepened, touched by the genuine willingness of his friend to share in the burden. "You're doing great, Tal," Noah reassured, his voice carrying the weight of appreciation. As Talyson pressed his hand into the mud, Noah's moved his body to help shield him from the onslaught of rain.
At Talyson's suggestion about Vi controlling the rain, Noah's eyes softened with warmth, but there was a hitch in his voice that he wasn't sure the courier would be able to place--but Noah knew it was the shadow of his own shame. "I don't know if I'll be getting anything from Vi for a while. I'll only be giving." he confessed, finding no solace in the words that rivaled not only the storm above but mirrored the internal struggles within.
Once Tal had used his ring for what Noah thought was an appropriate amount of time, he offered to help the courier up. Together, they would walk on to the next place. "I think I've found somewhere we can put your station." He said, adjusting his hood to keep the rain off his forehead.
At Talyson's suggestion about Vi controlling the rain, Noah's eyes softened with warmth, but there was a hitch in his voice that he wasn't sure the courier would be able to place--but Noah knew it was the shadow of his own shame. "I don't know if I'll be getting anything from Vi for a while. I'll only be giving." he confessed, finding no solace in the words that rivaled not only the storm above but mirrored the internal struggles within.
Once Tal had used his ring for what Noah thought was an appropriate amount of time, he offered to help the courier up. Together, they would walk on to the next place. "I think I've found somewhere we can put your station." He said, adjusting his hood to keep the rain off his forehead.
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