With the darkened skies, the silence that had passed between them all for so long, it didn't even dawn on her that Aimee was sleeping there. She had thought she was just lying down for a little bit out of boredom, but when Noah illuminated that she was asleep, Elann covered her mouth with a big grin of apology. Perhaps if it was lighter she could have viewed her face, but as it was, the keen eye of her husband helped her. 

There was no stopping the already calling to the woman, and she rose with a groan. She kissed her husband's back for his charity.

"Aww, I'm sorry to have woken you," she voiced in response. "I thought you were just laying there."

Noah answered Elann and she nodded in reply, scratching down to his sides. It seemed then that Aimee was getting up and the two had a little squabble. 

"Yeah probably." 

"Love," she leaned over his shoulder. "Is it dangerous to fly in a storm?" 

She didn't know the mechanisms for lightning and how it would strike, nor did she know the power of upper atmospheric winds. Storms in general were a very weak subject.