[Noel is quiet as he tries to pick up on whatever she's sensing, closing his eyes for a second to get a better feel for it. At first, he doesn't get it at all, it's just his hand on the damp, dank ground...but then-- there. A faint tremor, the resonant shake of something breathing deeply, rumbling with each inhale in an even pattern. It's very faint, but so regular that he can almost see it in his mind, a huge chest heaving with each breath.
He stands and shakes the remnants of dirt off his hands.]
Yeah. I get what you mean.
[As for trust...after a pause. Sure he does -- about as much as he trusts anything, these days. And whatever little he doesn't trust about their instincts, he trusts they'll be able to make it work anyway.]
So. Think it's about time we give this thing a wake-up call?
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He stands and shakes the remnants of dirt off his hands.]
Yeah. I get what you mean.
[As for trust...after a pause. Sure he does -- about as much as he trusts anything, these days. And whatever little he doesn't trust about their instincts, he trusts they'll be able to make it work anyway.]
So. Think it's about time we give this thing a wake-up call?