Noah was still unsure. His Father wasn't usually like this... Maybe they thought he was dead? He kept quiet, his dark eyes brushing across Hyacinth's happy face. "You are a good liar," he said, rocking as he hugged his knees. The hat he wore was hot and itchy, so he pulled it off, smiling at the staticy feeling he got in his hair as he did so.

"I think they think I am dead... Father seemed very upset."