The way Elann scratched at the back of his head and into the depths of his curls felt lovely to the Kelvic. If he hadn’t been talking, and if the moment hadn’t of been delicate, he would’ve started his purring again. As it were, he kept himself from the near involuntary reaction and sought to see how Elann interpreted his words - hopefully in a good way. There wasn’t a swelling of emotion in her as she expressed she did understand him. He was kind of worried that she didn’t surge then, but he assumed she was keeping in mind what he just said. In a way, it was easier for him to speak in Fratava to her because the language was filled with the emotion he was naturally devoid of sometimes. If anything it made him want to redouble his efforts in teaching her his mother-tongue.

“I’m sorry for confusing you,” he apologized softly, leaning his head against her leg since she was standing.

The Kelvic laughed there quietly as he remembered something. “I was at the post office one day and I was talking to Liam while I waited for the mail sorter to get done with my parcels so I could deliver them. I think you started laughing at something and getting really happy and I started laughing too,” he said, smiling. “Liam got scared and asked why I was laughing. I had to tell him I didn’t know. It was… weird.”

In his affection and want to be close to her, Noah brought his hand up and grasped lightly at the back of her leg, going a bit beneath her dress so his palm actually touched her skin. “I like when you smile,” he said caringly. “I like it when you laugh too, when you’re happy.”

Noah took another breath, pausing heavily. “I know it’s been… bad lately, but I want it to be like it was in Syliras again,” he said carefully. “Can we try again, please?”

As if bracing himself for an answer, the hand on Elann’s leg held fast, his grip slightly tightening in its hold. He wasn’t attempting to cause her discomfort, but she could feel the increase of pressure where the hand once just rested, now it held.