When Noah could describe and aid Elann in something he would speak with to the best of his ability. He could talk and explain things well enough when he knew about them or when he was confident in them. In this instance, he was neither confident nor knowledgeable. He wanted everything to be alright and if he was confident in what would happen, he wouldn’t have been this worried. He would’ve just waited for it to happen and dealt with the repercussion after the fact. It was stressful having to consider how Elann would be received and how he, himself, would be received as well. Elann seemingly brought on one bundle of stress after another but he didn’t hold it against her in this regard, she had no idea how his family was and he was failing her in that he couldn’t explain them.

“No!” he urged quietly with a creased brow. “They aren’t cruel or aggressive. They won’t be that way to you. They are just… be careful of your words until they get used to you.” 

Noah bit on the inside of his cheek, thinking on Elann’s request. He didn’t really understand the question in the way she wanted him to. He wasn’t going to act out their behaviors, thinking it a disrespect and mockery of them.

“They are kind of apathetic, but it doesn’t mean they don’t care about you,” he assured. “Try to think of them like you did me when we first met.” He shirked his head from side to side in frustration because he couldn’t accurately explain his family to her. It was a light feeling but it was a reason he cursed his inability to formulate his sentences at times.

“I really think Aimee can explain it better than I can,” he admitted. “When she comes back to tonight, we can ask her because I don’t want to give you bad information… Nothing is going to happen to you.” His face softened in assuring her.

“What about our house?” he asked. “Have you thought about what you wanted to do when we get there? Do you still want to see the place me and Aimee talked about or did you want to have our own built?” He showed her a half-smile. “It’s a lot to think about, but I really want you to be comfortable there.”

Noah knew Elann had very little to nothing with her when she came to Syliras. He also knew she was savvy and survivalist enough to figure it out for herself, she was more adept at handling people than he was, but his naturally adaptive mindset let him ease into societies relatively quickly. She was from the unforgiving deserts of Ekytol though, therefore she could survive anywhere as well. It was what they had in common, it was something he admired about her. He figured it was a very uncomfortable few weeks for Elann to become acclimated to Syliras’ lifestyle though between her basic handle of Common and her own familial issues being away from home. He didn’t want that for her in Zeltiva.