NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah finished fastening the structure of the lantern together and worked on making a placeholder for a candle. When that was complete, he took the leaves and paper and attached them around the skeleton of leather and sticks. As his lantern came to near completion, he admired his work. He was no artist, that was for sure, but he was certain of one thing: Weaver would love it, and she would show that by razzing him about how ugly it was relentlessly. He almost smiled, thinking about it.
He lifted his eyes again and nodded towards Loren. "And your's." He stated, kindly but firmly. He met the Firebrand's gaze earnestly, making it certain for the healer that the hunter meant it. Loren had worked hard to defend this land, to come up with ways to protect these people, and Noah appreciated him for that. While he still didn't know the man well, he respected him, and he wanted him to know that.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
