There were times when Noah could just stare at his sister and communicate something to her without even saying anything. As her husband took her hand, at first lightly, she was comforted, and it sent chills up her back, but as he squeezed her hand, it was that form of silent communication that spoke of his love still for her. He was now grasping her hand and to her it spoke volumes.

Her hair, being shoulder-length was hardly a comfort to warm her body, so as the cool night's breeze blew over her, she began to silently shiver and used her free arm to cover her chest. Despite her valiant effort's to be with her husband, until it was 90 degrees at night, she wouldn't likely be able to stay naked a long time with him. She was still a desert woman, and her body was not like his. Her people seemed like humans, but were tied more to the desert than Noah knew. 

The warmth she stole from him in his hand seemed to bring her enough to get by for the moment, but she really just wanted to be wrapped in his arms underneath a blanket, a warm blanket. Her eyes followed his to the moon and she rapidly looked back to him, having seen what he was looking at.

"My moon," she said in Fravata to him and she set her eyes upon his. There was a natural beauty about the desert rose before him. Something unique about her in the night's moon. It was not only that she seemed ashen grey in her skin's appearance, but her eyes still seemed to have that brilliance to them and seemed to almost be a sapphire blue. They normally were an ocean bluish green, but in the moonlight they took on a different quality, one that almost seemed like a blue day's sky. He likely would have noticed them before should the moonlight have penetrated their apartment window through the buildings better, but this moon was large, clear, and unobstructed from shining on her. 

A breeze swirled lightly around them, having seemed to come from nowhere and while Elann was trying to enjoy the presence of Zulrav like Noah, it froze her to death. Her shivering, silently and small before, grew larger and more prevalent, but still she looked into her husband's eyes, communicating her deep love for him. The breeze blew what little was left of the rose powder on her into the air as it shuffled through her hair, and instead of the fragrance he normally smelled of her perfumes and such, it had been steadily replaced with the perfumes of nature and the smells of the grass she had often walked or skipped in. 

It was clear she was trying to be defiant of the cold she felt so that two of them could share in the moment, but she was struggling. Still her gaze was undeterred by her feelings of cold.