While Elann didn't like it when people lied, it was not as though he was lying to destroy someone. There were degrees of the action that she did permit, and it was a matter of the heart. Her rebuke of him was playful, but let him know gently it wasn't okay to lie. He wasn't a child (well kind of) and she figured he knew as such. 

Noah slid from her grasp and straightened himself out on the bench to be fully sat up on it. Finally she could get in closer to him and she inched up until she was right up against him, sucking the heat from him.

"It sounds like it is organized at least. They have matches outside the city of Yahebah, but they are illegal and almost always are to the death. Usually involving slaves of some sort. I've never been to them."

If she had, there was no doubt she would have known what a kelvic was and that they fought there violently versus man or other kelvics. 

Elann snaked her hand behind Noah's back and continued to lightly play along his scars with light scratches. The weather outside made it darker inside the wagon than on a normal sunny day, but she liked it darker. It reminded her of being in the tent with her mother. The thoughts of fights back home then trailed to her mother and her eyes rose to view Aimee as she sat there. There was a longing in her heart, strong in power as she thought to her mother and let out a heavy breath before settling into silence to look out the back of the wagon and into the falling droplets.