take off the training wheels

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

The pain that gripped Henry's voice was unmistakable. Noah's glacier eyes softened as the Grounder rambled on, letting loose some of the struggle he was dealing with in the moment. Eria still stomped around at Noah's feet, her anger for getting drenched untamable at this point. The hunter took a step towards the eagle, stepping over the protesting gryphon, and placed his hand on Henry's shoulder. It was no unlike how he had greeted the man, but this time the grip was firmer and he turned the young man to grasp both of his shoulders. "No." He said firmly, glacier eyes set seriously.

He stayed quiet for a moment, holding his gaze steady. He squeezed down firmly, before releasing the man's shoulders and stepping back to lean against his own tree. He sank some, crouching on his heels and leaning against the rough bark. "That is not the answer." Noah knew what it was like to sit in Henry's shoes--except when he did, he was a teenager. "The world's bigger than you." He cupped his hands together as Eira rubbed against his legs, trying to dry feather and fur. "Running away does not solve anything. Pushing away hurt and pain doesn't fix it." And while Noah had not yet learned from Aisha that Korbin was living in the tundra in his attuned form, he still knew that was not a wise decision to make. "If you do that, Henry, you will loose even yourself."

then I'm willing to
wait for it