NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
The truth was, he had still been mad. When they encountered the dragon on the tundra, it was the first time Noah had laid eyes on the woman since her relapse. He was angry. He thought they had worked through it (obviously, Noah didn't really know how addiction worked). "When I saw you out there, in danger of that dragon, I couldn't think of anything else except protecting you. It doesn't negate your actions, which were still wrong, but my love for you made my anger go away to protect you. And I couldn't. That broke my heart in ways that I could not predict. Loving you hurts because the thought of losing you hurts." He lifted his eyes up to her.
"But I need you to love me, too, Delphine. You can say it," Even though when he asked her and she replied, it was the first time he had heard it, "but if you don't act it, I can't believe you. My world crumbled around me when I thought you were dead. But you--you didn't even care enough to send me a raven. You went on about like a tourist." His eyes welled up again and he stood up. He looked down at her for a moment before striding towards the fire. She was right, it was going out. He looked around, but there was no wood to replace it. That must have been why she was outside, he thought to himself.
"If you can't love me, and love me right...then I cannot marry you." He said, leaning on his elbows above the hearth of the fire.
