It was a grand sacrifice, what he asked her to do. Often times she would just meditate in prayer to compound all her thoughts on one subject into a grand emotion to better understand it. Now she was fighting hard to think contrary for his sake and it felt like she was missing out on something grand. 

He pulled back from her after a brief kiss and she didn't understand what it meant. It was as though he was telling her good job? Her hand was returned to her and the ache then came back to her. Because it was gradual, she was able to take it without showing much of a sign of pain. It showed a little bit on his face what he was thinking about, as just having spent time with him, she knew he was relieved. 

Elann took in a deep breath as he looked at their hands, curbing the emotional response of love in her heart that would have normally soared to great heights. Instead, there was a little warmth in her heart at it, but she didn't speak. Instead she closed her eyes and pressed his hands to her heart before leaving them closed. She angled her head toward him and his lips, presenting him with the opportunity to kiss her if he wished, but if not, and he slipped from her, she would roll toward him and go to sleep.

It would take a special nudge from him now to get her to speak, and before long, he may come to realize how much he missed the bubbly, joyous Elann. Sure she was happy, sure she had love, but if she couldn't overflow in them, a key aspect of who she was would be dead for a time.