Hild shot up from her seat, her hand flying to the seax at her hip, her eyes wide in surprise at Noah's sudden appearance. But her expression quickly softened to open fondness at the sight of him and her hand drifted away from the weapon and back to her wine.

It had been nearly two weeks since she had escaped from that nightmare place, but still her first instinct remained to fight, her words did not come, and her nerves were forever on edge. But time was beginning to ease this. Events like this reminded her that she had nothing to fear. And the sight of Noah so solid, dressed differently, nearly a full man warmed her in a way that the peace of this city could not.

She stepped nearer to him with a small smile. She pressed a hand lightly to his cheek to reassure him that he had not done any wrong, and raised her brows in question as to his arrival.