Noah hadn't bothered much trying to understand or get to know Yahal like Elann tried to for Zulrav. He didn't even follow Zulrav really, he just was aligned with him in a way that it pleased his God and therefore Noah liked him. Noah liked anyone who liked him as long as they weren't annoying or bugged him in some other way, Elann noticed. 

"Yeah," she said bluntly with a chuckle as she held her hurt ribs, "That's because you almost made me pass out because I couldn't breathe!" She laughed a little, showing it was all in fun.

Since Elann had gotten dressed, she now wore a white dress with a ribbon across the center. Embroidery lined the bottom edge of the dress in various floral patterns and her shoulders while clothed with the strap and portion that hung over, the part beside the band that held up the dress was see through and lace. It showed off her shoulders with a hint of modesty and the back of the dress lined her upper shoulders. It was a shorter make, one he had seen before and on she called a Zeltivan dress, and she wasn't far off. It rest above her knees and was very springy like her.

Her beautiful green-blue orbs followed him closely as she began to recover from his tickling. She watched as he dug around and finally retrieved his journal. From all perspectives she could see, he was drawing her. There was a flood of warmth and love in her heart because it either meant he desired to draw her because he was bored, or because he thought she looked worthy to draw. She naturally went with the latter, always desiring that he saw beauty in her aside from his fascinations. She wanted to feel as though he was attracted to her, but wasn't sure there was anything there as he began to draw. She searched his bond, but that morning, she knew he still didn't look upon her that way.

She remained staring up at him, not moving an inch as she lay comfortably on the rug, and would remain that way until he was finished, not saying anything to him at all. As she lay there, she was deep in thought, thinking of him, their home-to-be, how their family would one day grow. It all led to her face having a sort of thoughtful beauty to it, but for all she knew, he was drawing her hand. She however would not pose unless asked, and tried to remain as natural as she once was; almost disregarding his presence for the duration.