“No,” Noah replied. Elann’s words weren’t something Noah wanted to hear, though he didn’t speak out adamantly against them. “I want to. I’ll give him more.”

It meant a great deal to Noah to be the one to deliver payment himself. He didn’t want Elann to be the one to do it for him, and it wasn’t a thing of pride. They were his own injuries and he still did believe they were inflicted because of his own mistakes, Elann failing to convince him otherwise if she had been trying.

“I didn’t want you to do that,” he admitted.

Noah wasn’t angry with her in the slightest, his mood didn’t falter much either. The game was paused so he wasn’t being playful anymore, he was being serious. He paid Devi himself, a season after he was healed completely. He gave her both monetary payment as well as treating her to an early breakfast after one of her harder cases following his own. He hadn’t told Elann that.

He put the coinbox back into the depths of the chest, covering it up with their garments again, of which he felt he would need to buy more off. Noah closed the chest softly, the latch sounding quietly. 

“Here,” he said, beckoning Elann to him in the simple statement.