Elann unfortunately was putting herself in his shoes, trying her best, her hardest to work with her husband. She had given him the space he desired, put herself in the perspective of Alena in her caressing that night, merely asked for something in his shoes was a good thing - the opening of their bond. Upon finding out that he wanted to protect her adamantly from it she had forgotten to mention what she wanted to say. The lapse of memory and failure to express herself in the right moment had cost her dearly. His sigh in reply to her was disheartening as she knew she had dug a hole she could not get out of.

He waited a few moments to gather his thoughts, and at any moment she considered him saying something like he had said earlier. When she had asked him if he could ever forgive her, she remembered his words. The sting then returned fresh in her mind and it wasn't until he said okay did she too ease out a breath. 

From the moment she had bumbled into the inn she had been lost. Elann had hoped that being married to him would bring a firm foundation to her life, but it had not. It had only become more stressed in an already stressed life. It was her fault, she knew that, just as her error tonight was her fault. The smile faded from her face and slowly Elann pulled the hand out from under her head as he asked if he could go to sleep. She nodded and took in a deep breath, rose, and moved to turn the lantern low.

In the dimness of the light, she could barely make out his body, but not until she returned under the blanket was she able to see his face.

"Goodnight Noah..." she voiced softly to him. She turned from him to lay on her back and snuggled into the pillows a little. Her eyes were closed at first but once comfortable, they reopened and stared at the roof of the tent. Thoughts of how the night would have ended up if she had not forgotten to say what she did ran through her head. He was enjoying her touch, enjoying her words, and responded to her in a more loving fashion than even he would do for anyone she had seen so far, but how quickly it turned to hurt and pain. If their roles were reversed, she would have forgiven him already, moved on, and the problem that rose its head tonight likely wouldn't have even happened. It was the unforgiving animal in him that she had to learn. Every movement, every word, every thought had to be perfect or it could mean something different. As a human she was not used to that intensity, but as she stared at the roof, she knew she would have to learn it for him and for her.