Her desire to kiss him at first was simply little more than a humming draw, but the more he denied her, the more she wanted it. As he caved in, hearing the desperation in her voice, there was a rush of cool water over the hot flame that had risen. Elann was a passionate woman, and that passion could be driven in a bad way should he have continued much further with his taunts. As it was, he didn't and he met her, pulling at her chin to part her lips as he kissed her. 

It would have been not enough if he had given her a short kiss, but as it was, he had given her a deep kiss, romantic and it made her melt in his warm arms. A groan came from Elann at the ring of the bell as she wondered what quick thing he had made that could possibly be ready so soon. It was likely some form of left overs that did not spoil, but likely wasn't going to taste good. Aimee was the only one of them who likely would eat good food that night.

As her husband pulled away, she did a few lip-smacks with her lips together in contentment and then pawed lightly at his chest in the dark. He didn't linger, moving instead to the trunk and opening it. His desire for pants of course meant he was not going to wear a shirt. Who knew what the young women of the caravan thought of him, but given their likely destination, most of them were probably not devoid of seeing a bare-chested man before. Elann was not as easy minded about him being in the open, but knew Noah didn't mind and that he was loyal. She didn't say anything and just moved off to the side to sit on the bench and await him to be ready.

"Later tonight, I want you to change to your true self. I want you to see if it hurts less and if you can beat your wings without too much pain okay?"