At Noah’s denial Elann threw the covers off of him, exposing him and his bareness to the chill of the air he wasn’t used to. The blanket trapped his warmth and made it comfortably hot in there for him, now it was gone and it was shocking to his skin. The shock wasn’t allowed to be  processed as his vision was quickly muddled by the blanket being cast over his head. Not seeing Elann, but feeling her fingers invade, any initial panic that may have started was swiftly stopped by the ticklish proddings of her weaver’s fingers. He immediately shied away from her fingers but the laughter came regardless, muffled by the blanket over his head.

Noah turned over onto his back as quickly as his wound would allow, his head still attempting to work against Elann’s fingers. He managed to snatch the blankets off his head, revealing her to him as he stared up at her now, the back of his head against her thighs. She requested again for the kisses. The tickling woke him up all the more, and the mischief within was encouraged.

“No,” he said adamantly, tucking his lips into his mouth.

The tickling continued; he failed to hold in his laughter. The next bout of giggles coming from him forced his lips back out but his hands were already going for Elann’s, grasping them to force them to stop their tickling. He lay there, smiling up at her. He trusted her to not rip her hands away from his. Though he could confidently confine one of them entirely, the bad arm would’ve failed to keep up with any jarring snatch she might’ve done.

“Did you write about them?” he asked pertaining to the kisses. “No kisses until you read me what you wrote. If not, none until you’ve written about them and have read to me.”

Noah quirked a brow up at her, solidifying his bargain as truth and also seeing how she would react. It may have been a gamble on his part, he couldn’t exactly stop her from tickling him again once he let her hands go to either grab the journal in order to read to him or to write in.