Noah listened to Elann’s otherwise soothing voice. He wasn’t on edge but he was discomforted and sought to regain comfort through Elann’s speech. The words came, his gaze stark on her and unmoving, exchanging looks between her lips and eyes as they move across the words. At the mention of his lips he lifted his head and brought his hand from underneath, touching along his bottom lip as he tried to imagine himself in the scene Elann described, transcribed from memory. He knew he was a fairly quiet sleeper but it was odd being told as much, especially since he was so deeply asleep in the moment she was recounting.

She talked about the butterfly, to which he could imagine vividly. They weren’t a common sight in Syliras, nothing as brightly tuned as what he imagined she saw on that day. If they were as brightly tuned and did come to Syliras, Noah didn’t notice, probably thinking everything looked drab and grey compared to how vibrant and colorful things were out here and in Zeltiva. She then talked about him waking up, of which he had no recollection whatsoever. He didn’t like that, not knowing when woke up and spoke groggily and incomprehensible.

Elann finished and looked to him, meeting the gaze that never left her. His hand was still by his lips, the fingers resting on the bottom one, pulling it slightly off and down to the side. He was quiet in his consideration of her unspoken inquisition, asking him what he thought about the passage read.

“Can you read me another one?” he requested, moving his hand to stretch out between the two of them, resting there in the middle of them as his eyes softly asked the question again, looking between the journal and Elann’s gaze.

“You are going to write about my kisses like that?” he wondered afterwards, before she could start on the next passage. “You said they were stronger than a drink?” He wondered if she had a stiff drink before.

Her words didn’t fall on deaf ears, him just bringing it up now since he was feeling better in mind since she read to him. At the thoughts, his hand crept closer to her still, his gaze falling to her lips because he wanted to kiss her then. The disappointment in his bond was being uplifted and turning into the quiet desire for her person and touch again. The buzzing joy still had yet to come, he had been alleviated though.