Noah leans into Blue, slouched, face lowered, but even so he's at least a head taller. Still, he hovers like he's talking shelter with her body as his shield.

"I don't even know, they just hate each other. I showed up and they were in the middle of attacking each other. Ronan was like, lunging for Cremisius' neck, and I think Cremisius may have broken his nose," he stops a moment, the image of it still burned in his mind. Even though he's angry with Ronan, he hated that, seeing his face so...smashed.

"Ronan said I picked sides, and Cremisius said Ronan started the fight because he thinks he owns people. A-and then Ronan said we're done." Noah's words trail off, breath hitching, eyes burning again with the threat of tears.