"At least we will see where they stand, as Deimos said." Noah solidified the own thought in his head. Some part of him thought their humanity might show through at the loss of someone's home and the overarching fear for the safety of their family at the hands if those Isla and Bastien oversaw...but the other part of him feared they had no humanity left. Noah grabbed two of the smaller, younger trees, that he was able to stick under his arms and pull down to where they could get started cutting and laying. He repeated for as many as he could manage on his own, and gestured with his chin for Deimos' help for those he couldn't.
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Noah brings down some trees!
