Noah set his bowl down into the space between is thighs as she hurried him along, shimming closer to him with the bowl. He gladly hurried, drawing into a state of quiet concentration as he went on to continuously scoop from the bowl until it was empty. Afterwards, he took it from her hands and brought it to his lips, draining the last of the broth from it. He set it down into the other bowl on the ground then brought them both up for Elann to take ahold of. He watched her put them off to the side then look back at him with her grin.

Noah wasn’t entirely ignorant to the plight Elann had with herself and her own image, the gravity of which, however, he remained oblivious to. At one point in their past she seemed to be set on getting him to desire and yearn for body as it was. It wasn’t beyond Noah’s capabilities to believe she was seeking some form of recognition or gratification. What was bizarre about it was that he and his family were quite proud of their image, taking care of it and only becoming self-conscious when they weren’t appearing as if they were perfectly healthy. Elann’s asking of him was odd because it went against the preconceived image on the body he already possessed.

Noah was staunchly set in enjoying how he looked because, as much as he could ask for another body or be like someone else, he ultimately couldn’t. It was a wish made up of wasted breath and he had been reared to be proud of himself, most importantly because he was a predator and at the top of the food chain. He was the one to be adored and feared, not the one to fear and adore. All that in mind, he was melded to recognize his own handsomeness in a way. That added to the reason why he hardly ever cared what others thought of him, his self-image was concrete, only shaky if he doubted it himself, or, by extension now, if Elann doubted it. Noah wanted Elann to share that strength in self-image but was unable to translate the convoluted thought into easily understood words.

Noah met her gaze and grin with a tilt of his head. His smile wasn’t prevalent any longer but the curiosity in his eyes was loud. Inside he was still whispering in his happiness and enjoyment of the situation and it could be felt if Elann sought out the feelings in their bond, the ones mixing with his overshadowed discomfort from the stitches and wounds.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, face cracking into a smile as he rose his hand to poke at her nose gently.