Noah looked to Elann as she spoke, saying his dear name in Fratava. He looked back to the skies and noted the stars shining in the darkness of the sky. Though she was there by his side, and though her appearance was slightly different, his eyes were on the newly calm skies. His attention, in a way, was still on her, as he was thinking about her relation to the phrase and how he had told her of it yet rarely used it himself. It didn’t mean she wasn’t his moon or world, but the most he had called her was ‘love’. Other than that, he called her almost entirely by her name.

He looked at her again, setting eye contact as hers didn’t seem to wane despite his looking away. The breeze came, moodless, as a test of Elann’s perseverance. Noah was seemingly warmed by the breezes, peering at her undisturbed as he noted her intense shivering. His own eyes seemed paler, almost palely gray, in color, yet the look was darkened as the shadows played across his face. Elann remained though her struggle was more than apparent. She figured her sensitivity to chills were because of her desert roots. The winds lost their chilling bite against him with his blessing because his god wouldn’t want to discomfort him, at times they would warm him even, levitating his mood should it be heavy. It was how Zulrav’s cursed would find no shelter from wind or rain regardless of shelter; the Warden, or blessed, swelled in the breezes. Should Noah have been more emotive, then his mood would’ve been easier to read. Since he wasn’t, his face remained passive, his thoughts quiet.

Noah raised his hand, releasing hers, and moved his fingers to rub the backs down her goosepimpled skin. He smiled softly, mirthfully, as he pulled his hand back. His own skin was void of the telltale bumps of chill, but his skin wasn’t as warm as he usually was. The rain had sapped his heat, much like Elann; it hadn’t been replaced yet.

“Here,” he said quietly, turning his hand to grip at her arm lightly, pulling her towards him to settle between his legs as they opened to accommodate her. He was careful, and knew she would be careful about his wound. Each of his movements held the consequence but he did not whine, bearing through it as he had been, just careful enough to not break any of his stitches.

When she was in his lap, his front pressed to her back, his arms came down to hold her lightly around her midsection. It was an action whose purpose was to provide warmth to Elann’s cold skin, to strip discomfort from his bondmate.