There’s no more tears, so many years [se]

The walk from the main shops in Snowcloak to Noah's home was not a long one. The Olsons had been sure to lay their roots close to the hustle and bustle of the village, and Noah had no intentions of changing that. While Deimos' and Evie's home was in a less occupied space, it even wasn't too far away. Noah's smile didn't stop as he spoke again to his warden, a genuine and vulnerable moment. "I pray to Vi each day that she offers you the peace and happiness that you deserve."

He stopped short of his stone entry, looking down at his paints and rolling some thoughts over in his mind. "Oh, damn." Noah breathed, shoulders falling slightly. "I forgot to get new cord for hanging the lanterns." And he didn't have any stores of leather to cut any ties from. He had been far too busy to tan anything he skinned, let alone do any leather or hide work beyond that. Cutting a sharp sigh from his lips, Noah lifted his chin slightly towards Deimos. "Would you mind?" He asked. The Sword had asked before it he needed any help, and now that Noah realized he did, he was more than willing to ask his friend. He knew Deimos wouldn't have offered the help if he didn't want to give it, or wasn't willing to sacrifice parts of his time and efforts to do so.

Noah

I still believe we can live forever
You and I we begin forever now