Noah was thankful she stopped her pouting. The way he saw it she was sad at his expense and because of him. It was a reminder of foolishness and soaring about like he owned the skies in this area when he didn’t. The thought of him not being in his own territory had slipped his mind entirely. Elann had wanted to hunt with him and he saw it as a way to bridge the gap their last fight had put between them. Now, he was injured and it was affecting more people than he intended to. It was enough that he felt bad but now it was trickling out to others and he didn’t like being pitied even if the other people were worried about him. Elann didn’t have to pout to show her compassion because all she laced their bond with was the feeling.

He bit another piece of the bread as she explained her absence and he nodded, understanding. The water was presented to him and he reached forth with his free hand to take the cup, sipping as she asked of his wellbeing.

“You were gone,” he pointed out again. “I thought you were going to stay today, that’s all.”

Though he didn’t say, he did want her to stay around that day, thinking their relationship was healing in some way that morning. She maintained her distance though and he wasn’t sure what to feel. He did enjoy having the distance, as it was the only way for them to seemingly live in the quiet he preferred, yet he did enjoy her being around at the same time. It seemed though, whenever she was around, a subject was always broached that caused trouble between them. Before, she had said it wasn’t that their gods, or they, were incompatible, but he was having a hard time believing that now of all times.

He swallowed. “I’m okay though,” he said. “I was just wondering where you were. Did you enjoy your walk?”