“That’s good then,” Jocelyn said, nodding slightly. Her small smile slowly faded as she turned away from Elann and Noah briefly, pulling out the chair she once leaned over in order to sit down.

Across from her sat Ryon, his wolf’s gaze on the meeting as if he was anticipating something. There wasn’t a look of disappointment on his face but there was a drooped brow over his eyes. Jocelyn went about adjusting her plate and utensils set out before her, putting the most used utensils over on her left side as opposed to the right. As Elann spoke up again, she looked up from her empty plate, moving her hair off to the side with her hand, before looking up at the Benshira.

At Elann’s question, Jocelyn shook her head slightly. “I wouldn’t say difficult as much as it is time consuming and patience straining,” she explained, a small grin cracking on her face again. “There’s never a dull day or night, that much is for sure.” Her gaze flickered up at Noah and then back down to Elann, an action made in pause. “He told me you were a weaver in Syliras, you made rugs and things like that. Do you think you’ll be continuing that here?”

Noah’s attention on the conversation seemingly lapsed after Jocelyn dropped her gaze from him and back to Elann. He didn’t move since Elann had her arm wrapped about his waist, a tighter grip than something he usually felt coming from her. He assumed she wanted him there during the meeting. Whether the thought was subconscious to Elann or not was unknown to him, so he remained without question, though also without paying much attention. It was easy to tell he wasn’t in the moment, his head swiveling as his eyes seemingly wandered the room in another examination made during the daylight rather than the candlelight of yesterday night when they initially arrived.