Elann knew her excitement probably frightened the bird, but she was being herself. He wanted her to be the way she was, not some reserved caged bird, and so when she saw the drawing, she naturally reacted. Elann was like a chipmunk, wild and fast at times, but mostly just active. She talked constantly, was rarely ever sitting when Noah was, and almost always had something going on. Even her previous laying there and being peaceful lasted maybe a few minutes before she had completely attached herself to him. 

She was not a chipmunk, not his prey though. The Benshira had an otherworldly peace to her that she could slide into as well as a deep passion for things. She was not flighty like the creature of the trees, she stood to fight those who fought her without crippling fear. Noah had seen her attack and kill multiple bandits that night and she didn't seem half as affected by it as she was by seeing the families who had lost people. 

A nod was given showing she remembered, and remembered she did. She wanted him all the more to take up art, but she had said her peace and he would do what he wanted. The last thing she wanted to do now was make him feel like he had to do art. She -loved- the way he felt inspired to do it just now and if she could have him do all his art that way, it would make her very happy.

Noah may have braced for her advances, but they didn't come. She was content there at his knees, clinging to them gently and having already kissed them a few times, she now just lingered there, staring at the picture.

"Of course I do! It's beautiful. Does your sister know you can draw like this? Goodness!" She was reserved, but excited. Her natural instinct was to pounce him like a wildcat and kiss him repeatedly, clinging to his shoulders, but Noah wasn't that type of man, and she was learning to love him in a way that appealed to him so both could mutually share their affection. She figured perhaps that was what Caesarion had against her. He must have shared some form of loving that Noah responded to that she just had not given him. Her finger played at the paper's edge, not smearing the drawing any, but like him exploring her, she incorporated touch into the feelings, showing her enjoyment of it.