After the operation, it wasn't long until Noah was soothed into sleep under the doctor's medicine. It had only been his constant sewing and cleaning that had kept him on the verge of unconsciousness thus far. Once the operation was done though, he fell deeply into that sleep. Elann was encouraged to come be by his side, but the little girl napped on the floor beside Noah on a little blanket. At some point, instead of having his head on the hard wood, she had become his pillow. Her thigh fed heat and warmth to his cold body and her hands lulled him deeper into that sleep by brushing his hair.

As he woke a couple hours later from her taking up position next to him, she could feel their bond fully ignite and with it, fear and loneliness. He was met with love, comfort, and calm as her fingers met his. 

"Shh...try not to get up. You need to rest some more."

Elann had already felt the dryness of his throat as she did his wounds. They were duller than what he experienced, but present. As it was, she had already asked for a glass of water for when he woke up and now that he groggily stirred, she helped him with it.

"Here, drink. The doctor said it went well. Everything looked clean and I got you here just in time."

She didn't want to overwhelm him so she just made it clear she was there for him.