He did his best to stop his tears the moment they began. Sniffling miserably, he chewed on his lower lip to keep it from quivering as his father took ahold of his hand. It wasn't until the warmth and light came from Gabriel's own hands and the pain went away that his tears truly stopped, however. When they did stop, though, they stopped entirely.
His eyes widened, his jaw dropped open slightly, as he stared in awe at his hand before slowly turning his attention to the man who had literally healed it right before his eyes. Before he could say anything, he was enveloped in a hug. Normally he'd have thrown his arms around his father's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, and likely cried until Gabriel's shirt was damp. Normally, though, he'd still have an injury that would be causing him pain.
This time, that wasn't the case. So after no more than a few seconds of standing still for the embrace, Noah was already wiggling about. His face was still streaked with tears, his eyelashes still wet, but his voice was nothing but excitement as he exclaimed, "That was great! How'd you do that? That was way better than flying!"