Noah was thankful he was allowed to sleep but that thankfulness gave way to unease as Elann breathed out deeply, rising to lessen the lantern’s light. Though the light was dim, he was able to see in the low light and could make out her frame easily as it approached him to lie beneath the blankets. Elann’s voice was softly tuned as she bid him goodnight, saying his name with a trailing voice, then went to turn away from him. Her actions spoke volumes louder than her voice and he could see how heavily weighted the situation had made her. He understood she was trying, and it was more apparent now because she had aimed to patch up what damage she had just done, and now she was coming to know his own trials in the relationship.

Withall in mind, he wasn’t entirely empty to her. There was more than compassion in his heart for her and to see her weighed down by the situation hurt his heart. He didn’t take his eyes off of her because of it, even as she turned away from him. Should he had been able to, he would’ve readily came to her and pressed his front against her back, holding her in his caring way.

Like Elann, he was not used to the intensity she brought into his life. Everything she felt was notched up to levels he hadn’t experienced before. Keeping in mind this was his second bond, his first didn’t reach this level of depth and Caesarion was not as powerfully emotional as Elann was. Noah and Caesarion loved one another quietly and showed it in their actions, though their time together was short compared to Elann and his. Caesarion had left his mark on Noah and had further cemented him into ways of softly showing emotion. In addition to that, his hollow bones couldn’t take being emotionally flooded all the time. It was enough to stand in the tide Elann threw down their bond, but it would’ve been another thing if he was naturally like that as well.

Thinking about it, their relationship might’ve been better if he was as emotional and expressive as she was, at least vocally. His actions held a depth of emotion Elann probably couldn’t understand, and he showed it now with his hand sliding under the blankets to touch and then grasp at her, reminding her he was still there for her physically and emotionally, if only quietly so.

Noah’s eyes, pale grey with large pupils to see through the night, watched her for another reaction and his mind wondered if one would come at all. As it for provoke it all the more, he eased himself under the blanket with her, sharing the dark space with her body, his hand reaching and grasping again.