"It's okay my love," she said in response to his crying. Nothing in her words in asking him to stop crying said that he needed to stop that instance. It was like a mother's soothing nudge for him to become strong again, not a dominating force to get him to cut out what he was doing.

She helped him wipe tears that slipped past his face and ultimately let him finish his wiping. He blinked a series of times to stop the emotional response and only now his eyes were red. His hands relaxed about her and she could feel him more lightly play at her dress.

Elann had made him look to her, but now she came in close again to hold him and plant light kisses upon his neck, to nudge at his jaw with her nose and just display a general affection for him. She would then settle there in the crook of his neck and just hold him lightly in a hug.

When he was ready and loosened his grip on her, she would pull apart a little and look down to him.

"Do you want me to get you breakfast before I pack up? I don't want you going all day without food."

Elann knew the feelings he was going through. She had been given nightmares of similar darkness to that and she was the perpetrator in said dreams. It was an evil that scarred the heart, and she herself could not eat all day as she sat in her funk, but that didn't mean Noah was like her. He was likely hungry, and would only increasingly get hungrier.