It was good to see that something that she did brought her husband comfort. His face fell downward into the pillow and he hummed that she should continue, that it felt nice. Then came the nearly inaudible rumbling from inside of him. 

Previously Elann had great fear over the sound and she couldn't remember if it was that that had made her cry in the past or his willingness to leave her, but it was similar. Here though he seemed to be in deep enjoyment. She relinquished her temporary fears at the sound and continued, trusting that he would tell her when he wanted her to stop.

Elann was a curious sort, and his clear enjoyment of her playing over his skin seemed to wake her up a slight bit. Her hand lowered from his hair to behind his ear, then to his neck, and eventually down his shoulder to his arm that was injured. There she scratched lightly around it just as she had done on his back. She then smoothed her hand gently over his back, lightly letting her fingers trail in a light scratch until she moved over to his sides, only coming in just enough to relieve that itching sensation in his wounds, but not enough to harm him. She knew the feeling well given that her own hand that played across him had been horribly scarred. From there at his side, she played her hands smoothly into almost a gentle rub as he was not injured there, and then brought her fingers up to run repeatedly in light little scratches as she curled them over and over against his sides as he had told her he liked. It wasn't a ticklish motion, but similar to it. Instead it was much softer and sensual. 

Her hands then traveled over to the other side assuming he had enjoyed the previous, and there she danced her fingers up his side and proceeded to caress him lovingly; even going so high as to scratch under his arms on the inner edges of his armpit. Her head was propped up on her hand as she laid on her side, and if he had not passed out in his pleasure yet, she would move up again to his hair. 

Elann had a heart of sacrifice for her husband, and she would do anything for him just to be one ounce happier. She couldn't believe herself and how she had treated him over the past year. As his wife, she was thankful for Yahal's mercy in not punishing her. He knew it was not intentional though. As they would continue, Elann only hoped that her patient devotion to Noah, even in such small matters as loving on him like she was, would eventually turn him to attach all the more to her.