Elann could almost see the river as she was setting up her tent before the complete darkness, and even outside her tent she could hear the rush of the water. It wasn't as far as he thought, being half the distance they walked down the road that night. She just nodded though.

"I am more worried about the terrain. We'll have to be careful, but it doesn't seem so thick here...so it might be okay. If you are nervous though we don't have to. I can always fetch some water and we can give you a sponge bath here in the tent if that's better?" 

Being neutral in her offering, she looked to him for the answer; completely content with whichever way he wanted to proceed. 

He threatened her with loosing and she smirkingly gave him a glare in response to show she wasn't afraid. Elann, while weak, had a rebellious defiance in her, almost a competitiveness that he hadn't seen much of, but usually only came out with play.

As it was, being raised in that life of criticism, his belief of consistently complimenting her was ill founded, and only enforced her negative outlook on herself. The more he expressed his adoration of her features, the more she truly felt he thought she was beautiful. Yet as he defended her character, more than his words saying she was beautiful, it spoke that he truly did feel she was a cut above the rest, and his words were meant. He truly did believe her to be more beautiful than Syliran brides, he loved her voice, her hair, and even her more intimate features. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by love for him and couldn't take it any longer. 

As he guessed lower, she rose to her hands and knees crawled over the pile of cards - not crushing them - and longed to kiss him. If welcomed, she would crawl into his lap to straddle him and sit close, wrapping her hands up into his hair as she lingered close to his lips.

"I love you Noah Amuel."

She would let him respond and then would kiss him sweetly on the lips, pressing up close to him in her attraction to his mentality and spirit.