Noah’s opinion of Yahal was minor because the god, in his world, was minor. He didn’t feel any particular which way about Yahal, not filled with like or dislike, only appreciation because Elann found the god to be all-important. Unlike Yahal, Zulrav didn’t need the praise that Yahal seemed to get from Benshira and other followers like the Syliran Knights. Though Noah was Zulrav’s blessed, the Kelvic was blessed because their personalities matched up. If one didn’t know Noah they’d think he wasn’t devout at all, but he was, just not to the activeness of Elann or other worshippers of more socially prevalent gods. If Elann wasn’t as upheld by Yahal as she was, Noah wouldn’t have paid the god any mind at all, not out of disrespect but because the god’s domain didn’t line up with Noah ideals or personality.

Noah looked to the mangala sutra as she displayed, voicing her like of their wedding. Noah was unsure if she was referring to his Kelvic bond or not, saying it was a display of their devotion to one another, even if they hadn’t married. It struck him because he still couldn’t make out with perfect clarity which of the two, the bond or the marriage, Elann favored more. To him, he believed she favored the marriage whereas he favored the bond. The marriage wasn’t meaningless to him anymore, but was eclipsed by the spiritual tie between their souls. He didn’t need a Cheva mark to say he was hers.

The thoughts in mind, he nodded along with her words in agreement. She was only allowed access to his Kelvic bond because of the trust he had for her at the time and the love he felt for the way she treated him then. It was safe to say Elann was lucky enough to catch his attention to the point of keeping it on her there long enough to give grant her access to the otherwise deepest and personable parts of his being. 

“The trees have flowers, yes,” he answered. “They bloom towards the end of spring when it’s warmer at night. They’re white, blue, pink, and orange. They last for around two weeks and the festival lasts for a few days, on and on throughout the city so everyone can celebrate their love. Me and my brothers and sisters used to go together every year, then it was just Aimee and me when the others started to get busy.”

Noah’s gaze went back towards the cook and the fire as people were returning their bowls and prepared to sleep the night away. Any sleeping schedule Noah possessed before the trip had been lost entirely with the accruement of his injury, now he slept whenever he was tired, the herbal tea making him sleep whenever the initial pain became unbearable. He was wide awake for the most part, being steeping out in nature and talking to Elann only serving to maintain his wakefulness.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asked, nodding his head back towards the tent behind him. “You’re shivering.” He was too from time to time when the wind blew too hard against his bare skin.