It was clear Elann had the tools to at least drive her husband to pleasure, and coupled with their bond, she too felt the riveting emotions that drove through him. Reveling in them and his answer of "yes", she began to fuel the fire within her. His hands lay dormant at her side, but she wanted him to help her. While she was clearly in charge by the look of love and submission to her, it didn't mean he couldn't be part of their love making. 

Her hands reached for his and she pulled them to feel at her back. There he could undo the hooks of her dress, and by example she showed him how to press the dress closer together so the hooks disengaged. He then could do so with the rest of them until her chest was nearly so loose she was bare before him. It was then she slipped off the dress and brought his hands to her bare chest. 

There after shedding all that remained, they would make love, her guiding him in dominance but sharing the mastery with him in a binding act of love until her husband was satisfied with her. She had given him her heart on her wedding day and in their bond too, but only recently in their making up after their vicious fights was she learning truly how to love her husband. His gifts were many to give her beyond a life and love, and she wanted to take them all into herself and love him more. 

Where before she was freezing, a warmth now could be felt in her. Their love making sending her into a crumpled heap of satisfaction upon him as she lay there. Not a sound was heard from her all through their lovemaking, something not normal for her, but her pleasure was nearly triple what it had been in their stone bedroom in Syliras. It was as if some force held her tongue for her and now she lay in silence upon him, just reveling in their bonded feelings shooting back and forth. It had been a beautiful evening, threatened for a moment, and redeemed. She could only hope that the morning would come and they could make it to the river safely.

A few days passed after then. The spring days marched on and battered them with rains and storms, as if Zulrav himself was celebrating the coming return of his Stormwarden. The day previous, Noah had a difficult time with the removal of his stitches. In the morning they had removed them and he was jostled all that day by the rough roads. However the doctor bandaged him and stated by the next day, today, it was likely he could maneuver better and likely transform without any injury due to the closure of his wounds. It didn't mean her husband wouldn't be without pain, but she knew it wouldn't be long before he was on the wind again.