Noah took Phoebe's help in standing, though he did not feel any depletion of his strength as he did so. In fact, it was quite the opposite. There was a vigor in his muscles that didn't exist last night. He ran a hand through his blond hair, blinking some. His face was twisted in an obvious sign of confusion, or stress, or something that simply made the stoic man's icy features crack. "No, I'm not hurt," He lifted each limb in a gesture to solidify the truth, "But I'm...well, this is just going to sound crazy." He looked up at her honeysuckle eyes, searching for a prompt for him to continue.
