Elann expressed it could be a while before she read what she wrote, saying to him she may have already written down what was on her mind pertaining to kissing him. She asked if he wouldn’t kiss her until then, perhaps years between now and then. Noah met her whispering tone with a slight tilt of his head, gazing up at her. He smiled somewhat smugly, shrugging his shoulders.

“A shame...” he trailed, his eyes slowly leaving her before he went to sit up. “How will you ever survive for years?”

There was a subtle sense of sarcasm in his voice as he rose from the bench, a hand coming over his chest to scratch at the skin. Noah took himself and his nakedness to the fore of the wagon, where he went to him and Elann’s trunk. There was a brief moment where goosebumps came over his skin due to the chilled air flowing into the wagon. The moment passed and his skin retook it natural texture.

Noah turned to face Elann then, rolling his shoulders slightly to test the pain from the wound on his back. A slight look of discomfort came over his face, but the pain was much less than the days prior, and he didn’t fear tearing the wound anew any longer since the stitches were out.

He looked at his bondmate expectantly, wondering how she was reacting to his seemingly uncaring nature.