There was mirth on Ryon’s face that remained throughout the sipping of his coffee. While he didn’t know Elann at all, he enjoyed what little conversation they had last night and this morning. He let out a little hum, giving no particular inclination except acknowledgement, as he swallowed what was in his mouth.

“It’s both,” he told her. “We get really bad storms in the summers from time to time, so the bell rings to let us know if one is coming. It also keeps time, ringing every hour.” He paused, considering. “I guess since Noah’s here we won’t need a warning bell for the weather, he could just let us know with his storm senses or whatever.” He spoke in joking dismissiveness.

With Noah in the room now, preparations for breakfast were being wrapped up in full. Elann had finished the eggs, so Aimee swooped behind her and picked up the bowl to set it in its predestined place on the table. Jocelyn moved over and leaned over the back of one of the chairs, her own avian eyes looking at the spread neutrally.

As he had seen his bondmate, Noah’s own love warmed for her, compounding on top of what Elann had started to feel for him upon seeing him in the archway. The feelings led him to kiss and smooch her, sharing gentle care in asking how she slept. With her telling him her status, he nodded, partly concerned that she didn’t get much rest, that was felt in their bond, if only as a lingering glimmer. He knew he had all but passed out the night before, thanks to their prolonged lovemaking and then her graciously given massage.

Being nudged, Noah turned with Elann to go up to Jocelyn. Upon Elann’s speaking, the she-Kelvic looked up and over to her, giving her a lingering look over from top to bottom. There was clear judgement in her eyes, that much she wasn’t hiding, what didn’t show on her face though was how she felt about the Benshira upon seeing her for the first time in full.

“I am,” she said finally, “and I take it you’re Elann, the newest Amuel?” The question was asked rhetorically but she figured Elann would answer it anyway. “Welcome to the family.” The Kelvic stood up, standing a whole head taller than the Benshira before her but regarded Elann with a consistently plain gaze. “I apologize for not being able to meet you last night. I took the shift at the tavern having forgotten that you and Noah were possibly coming home.” Her face finally broke into a small smile, one made in politeness. “I’ll make it up to you; I’ll buy you a pair of sandals today when we go out. How’s that sound?”

Jocelyn’s gaze flitted up to meet Noah’s, her smile remained and evoked one out of Noah as well, equally as small, though Elann could plainly feel the piquing of happiness in their bond coming from him. He had his hand set on Elann’s upper back, and there he rubbed softly now as Jocelyn looked back down at Elann, awaiting her answer.