Elann wanted attention from her husband and had no idea of his thoughts but thought along the lines of life in Zeltiva and the things he had said before. She knew he would one day broach the subject of going to the brothels and gathering places of women, likely wanting to live near his friends who had fun and did such things, but she was not in the mood to fight with him on such things. She had said her peace and he would either consider her in love, or do what he wanted to do. Them talking about the house and their lives in Zeltiva was a warm memory, and she didn't want it to turn sour. She would try to understand things from his perspective, but it would be hard.

She followed Yahal, the god of purity and faithfulness, and nothing about brothels spoke to those attributes. In fact they celebrated impurity and many sailors who would be faithful to their distant wives would be lured to courouse with said women. While Elann didn't think of her husband in doing such things - particularly since he didn't seem to have an attraction to women much (particularly her) - she didn't think he would be going to be unfaithful, merely to have fun. Still, it was a sign of her household being particularly open to said behavior, and she figured that in Zeltiva, even though it was more open and free, some people would find offense with her being a servant of Yahal and not representing purity.

That however was untrue, and as she worked it out in her mind, she knew Noah's eyes saw it as a place of enjoyment, and if she and he both were pure in Yahal's eyes, who were these people to fight them? 

Her creeping hand was gently removed and in return she was poked and tickled. At first it was a light series of quiet giggles, and as he persisted at her neck, she scrunched up, batting playfully at his hand. Then he went for the ribs, her position being prime for him to just simply reach down and get them. It was then she fully laughed and squirmed under him. She flipped onto her back, but it didn't help as he persisted on her sides. It would be no wonder if the wagon in front of them or behind them could hear her giggles. 

Elann curled into a ball and tightened her ribs, hands flailing to protect herself as she gasped a little for air, and it was then he attacked her ribs. Elann went silent for lack of the ability to formulate laughter because she was laughing so hard, and only because she ended up straightening her legs out and batting his hand away was she able to breathe. Assuming he was done torturing her she looked up to him with pleading eyes, begging him to stop, but they were in mirth and a wave of sleepiness overtook her as she drew very close to passing out. No doubt he himself would have been feeling extremely tingly from the feelings she gave through the bond. Slowly but surely she was able to breathe and little giggles came from her as she looked up at him, somehow having slid back to the bed in its entirety.