Noah swallowed as she giggled. She had made him a happy Kelvic over the last day with her words and promises, along with the way she was behaving in conjunction with what she had been saying. The trust Noah still harbored for her had been drawn upon in order to get him to believe she would adapt to him in this new mindset just as he would continue to adapt to her. Considering, because she was his bondmate, there wouldn’t be a point in which he wouldn’t trust her at all. Even if his own personal trust of her faded, the passive amount of faith instilled in the bond would remain as a silver glimmer of hope regardless of how dark it was.

The happiness she brought to him over the past hours was enough to provoke him into affectionate displays. Noah liked to be affection to Elann after initially practicing what he saw of other couples with her: the hand holding, kisses on the cheeks, and lingering hugs. The reactions he brought out of her because of his actions were enough to make him want to do it more, her reactions brought him joy similar to the way she liked to provide for him and drew joy from that. Her reaction to his kisses, the giggle, was what he was looking to bring out of her and what was he got, so he smiled after swallowing, chuckling with a closed mouth.

Noah raised his bowl in reply to her playful tone, tilting it to allow her to gaze into the empty bottom. Even the thick broth had been drained by the Kelvic. “I ate my food,” he said in his own devious way. “Now,” he went on, bringing his spoon to dip into her bowl, “I’m eating yours.”

He flashed her a mischievous smile that parted for the spoon holding another chunk of the meat in her bowl. He bit down on it, letting out another dramatic hum of deliciousness. His eyes were the opposite of hers, large and opened with the brows raised in clear playfulness. He licked his lips as he chewed, gazing over to her with his lit up face.