The affectionate nudges spoke to Noah more so than her words. The closeness of their faces, feeling her nose on his jaw, and feeling her breath on his skin were all deeply comforting and reminding of the love between them. Her soft kiss on his neck was replied to by a nuzzle of his head against hers, settling himself deeper into the nook of her neck. The light hug was returned by him, his arms coming around from their shared inbetween to hold her frame gingerly. The privacy of the tent was welcome and he was allowed to simmer and show his vulnerabilities without having to run the risk of anyone observing them. It was ironic he was something that liked to observe others but didn’t liked to be observed himself. He was a predator and spent his time watching and waiting; usually being watched meant one was a prey creature - he was not.

They parted and the rift came between them slightly as her words came with a question. He nodded somberly, meeting her gaze. “Please,” he said politely.

Dreams weren’t commonplace for the Kelvic, and when they were remembered they held an impact on him. It was because of their rarity in remembrance that they meant so much to him, she would come to learn. Never before in their relationship had he been rattled in such a way by his dreams, the ones usually to be remembered were the nightmares. The good dreams weren’t impactful because they mostly were synonymous with his regular mood, one of lightness and mellow existence.