[se] when another is gone

every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before

Noah was talented at being observant. He noticed how, even through the delirium that the sickness caused this man, there was still a sense of cold, raw power about him. Even as he reached out for his companion--whom Noah was thankful to for not striking out in protection of her bonded-- there was a strength to his hand and his grip that the sickness could not kill, could not destroy. Scars littered here and there and behind his dark hair and icy eyes, Noah knew there was war. So how did he end up here, sick, in their infirmary?

When the man finally gave him some sort of recognition, even if it was a little off due to the sickness that held him, Noah settled back in his chair. "You're welcome." He nodded, resting his now-empty hands in his lap. His glacier eyes moved off of the man for a moment. He looked about the rest of the hall, across the beds. He knew Delphine to be spending her hours between this place and their home, helping in all of the ways that she could. When he didn't see the movement of her body, or the brush of her golden hair anywhere, he turned his gaze back down to the dark-haired warrior.

"I'm Noah." He offered his name but no hand outwards with it. He wasn't yet sure what contracted the illness, but he laced his fingers together in his lap to protect himself from the touch of the man either way.

NOAH