Noah looked onto Elann as she finished coursing the brush through her hair, her hand coming back to undo the cloth supporting her bust and watching that, too, be flung off to the side of the cushy bed. After that, she dipped below the blanket beside him and came up to his side. Since it was warm in the tent to him, and he was warm as it were, he had yet to go into the blanket himself, so her hand snaked out to lightly scratch at his back and sides. It was a welcome touch and he relaxed, visibly, all the more, letting his head rest wholly in the pillow.

He shook his head into the pillow at Elann’s concern, humming in confirmation that it did, indeed, feel nice. After that hum came another that was deeper and seeming rumbling within the confines of his chest. It could barely be heard but it was there and apparent, though he lacked the natural equipment to make it easily known. A low frequency noise, something akin to a cat’s purr, could be heard coming from his throat and was an obvious sign of contentment given his surroundings and Elann’s actions. Before, during their argument, the same reaction had went on but it was denoting his annoyance and irritation with the situation. It was almost beyond his control, brought on by situations of soft enjoyment or piquing irritancy.

Noah’s eyes had closed, fluttering open briefly when her hands moved up to his hair only to close again. Clearly reveling, the low buzzing in his being continued to resonate in the immediate area and could be felt by the soft rumble in his being by her fingertips, even as far up as in his head of hair. Elann hadn’t felt it before, having not petted him when he was an eagle, and when he was awake.