Noah walking with Elann from family to family and battlezone to zone wouldn’t have been favorable to him. He didn’t want to witness her immense love and caring for people who were strangers to him. Atop that, it wasn’t that easy to walk as it were and the raid had done a number on his own stress levels. If it wasn’t for Alena, he didn’t know how he would’ve felt about it all, but the girls cheerful voice despite the destitution around them was uplifting to the Kelvic’s heavy and conflicted heart, which weighed his chest and mood down. Aimee nor Noah were outwardly affected by the death around them. They killed without a second thought to defend themselves and those around them, and they saw death regularly. In their opinions, the bandits got what was deserved and Aimee knew they were with Dira now, about to be judged for their time on the land.

Noah looked up from Alena to Elann as she announced her presence. Still holding the male’s hand, Alena used her other to wave to Elann and greet the Benshira. The distraction Noah had given her from the area around them was enough to keep her mood light. It might’ve been a different story if her father or mother had been killed in the raid but, as it were, they were alive and well.

Noah pulled his hand from the hold with Alena’s and set it atop her head. She drew closer to him, hooking her arm around his leg as he answered Elann’s question:[i] “She's doing alright. She’s happy now.”[/i] He looked down to her and she looked up to him, smiling softly. He returned the smile before looking back to Elann. “How are you?” he asked in Common, relieved the bond was lessening in its steady stream of heavy emotions.