From what little Elann had seen of her goats as animals, they grew an attraction and desire to be with the females, then the males would fight over the females, and whoever won, would have the sexual rights. Noah had won his female, but perhaps it was eagles that didn't see the unique physical features of the female that made them desirable. Perhaps it was their minds, or perhaps it was something else at play keeping him from desiring her as he had desired the flesh of his previous lover. Whatever it was, Elann translated it to a small desire for her body and self in that moment. Perhaps one day she would be let down again, but in the moment, she knew her husband.

Elann was very gentle with Noah's stitches. The last thing either of them wanted was for him to pop one and undo all the hard progress he had made. Elann, being far more thoughtful could not come to the fine point her husband had come to in the end, but it didn't mean she didn't derive great pleasure from him in her own way. Their minds were attuned in that moment of completion and she wanted nothing more than for their trip to end and to see what awaited them there in town.

His eyes came open finally to meet hers and she gently lowered onto his chest, kissing the bareness that met her and placed her hands at his sides. It was all so he could better hug her without straining his hurt shoulder too badly. She lay there for a good long while, not saying anything but more quiet mutters of her Shiber, in almost a soothing melody, and it showed how easily shiber translated from talking into song. When she was finished talking, she rested quietly, making soft circles in his skin with her fingers until their time came to pack up. Before it though, she would recognize the time was coming to a head and would help him get dressed. 

"You should walk around a little while I pack everything up. I'm sure Alena or your sister are out and about playing around. You should visit them before it's time."

Dependent on what he wanted to do, she could see a change in him, and he in her. She was back to her springy, bubbly self that she had been since he met her and in their bond was a strong pull of joy. She would pack things up and get them set into the caravan before most other people and dependent on what he wanted to do, she would be seen on the back edge of the wagon with her feet hanging out by the time it was time to go.