Elann returned his hello after a moment, blinking, then looking at him as if she was confused over something. Her many faces, subtle or not, were interesting and humorous to him but he kept his composure as she laid her head back down on the floor. He kept peeking at her as she cleared her throat, asking if he had been doing anything while she was sleeping. Noah nodded, humming an “mhm” softly underneath the blanket. “I was touching you,” he admitted.

“Your skin is hot,” he stated, moving his right hand slowly back towards her as it had withdrawn when she woke up. He pressed it softly down on her tummy, just above her hands that played with her navel. “Like this.” Noah demonstrated by letting his hand rest and then moving it somewhere else on her stomach, staying above her navel. He did it two more times before pulling his hand back to himself, letting it rest carefully atop his stitched ribs. 

“Are you going to wait for the cook?” he asked, muffled underneath the blanket. “I think you should take a break.”

He spoke genuinely. Usually at this time Elann would be up and cooking for the three of them, but she had done that so much, he asked her to relax. He wasn’t sure if she would even heed his words, but it was mostly because he didn’t want to get up just yet, very comfortable underneath the blanket and near his bondmate.