I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Exhaustion started to set in his bones as he sat in his chair, the fire warming his outsides and the tea his insides. The emotions of the last few weeks were more than Noah had dealt with in a long time. His eyelids drooped some, and as Delphine spoke, he nodded. He did not mean to command her, did not intend to rule over her with an iron first, but they both needed sleep and time apart. Noah set his mug down and stood. He stoked the fire and added more logs, although he knew he would be coming out through the night to continue to make sure it burned bright and warm.
"There are always extra blankets in the brown trunk at the end of Ezekiel's bed. Don't mess up any of his stuff. He's weird about it." He did not look at her as he went about his normal bed routine. He made sure the window was covered tight, the door was latched and he placed a thick, heavy bar across it for safety, as well as hung a large, thick urser pelt over it. Finally, he stood outside of his bedroom door before, softly, giving her kindness: "Goodnight, Delphine."
NOAH
