Noah
"Yes, it seems I am." Noah chuckled some, letting his seriousness fall away slightly. He realized he had been tense their entire trip to the forest, which is why he had been so quiet. He took a deep breath and let his eyes close for a moment, centering himself here and now and not then and there. He needed to let the anger he felt towards the man he had scuffled with fall away, or else it would get in the way of what needed to happen here today.
"Delphine, has anyone ever taught you anything about self-defense?" Noah asked, glacier eyes opening once more. He wasn't here today expecting to teach her how to kill a man, or want to, but he needed to know that if it came down to it she could keep herself safe. Noah was used to doing whatever it took to keep himself safe--from ursurs, wolves, cannibals. He had killed all of them at this point. He did not want Delphine to become a killer -- to live with what Noah lived with in his soul.
Surely, though, he would kill for her if she reached him safe enough to replay for him her threat.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
