Elann was a floppy noodle compared to the might and strength of Noah's sister. Should a chair fall against a door, she would have struggle to open it. Should Noah start choking in his sleep, her entire being with all her might would be required just to roll him up onto his side. It was a wonder given everything that was weak about her that she could pull the bow string. It was merely only because of a life of weaving had given her the arm and finger strength to just barely manage it. 

It always gave her pleasure seeing him take her food, and with her hands free, she dusted the stale remaining powder from the bread off of her hands. There she kept them clasped together until climbing onto the rock. 

There he disagreed with her, shrugging at first, but at least he answered her.

"Hmm...I've never smelled grass before up close. I wouldn't think it would have much of any smell. Grass has flowers right? Or are those just flowers in grass I saw?"

It just went to show how alien his world was to her. She had come from a land of sand, where all the tiny tufts of grass at the edge of oases were covered in sand and dust, burned by the sun.

"I'm not sure," she answered. "I was having fun, but then, I really wanted a kiss you know? At first I wanted it because it seemed enjoyable to kiss you when you first woke up, but then later I wanted a kiss much more because I wasn't able to have one. I think I was having a fun time, but when I thought I couldn't win, then I just wanted one. It wasn't that it wasn't fun anymore, it just got to a point where I longed to feel your lips. Maybe I would have pinned you down and taken it," she said forcefully with a playful tone and wriggling eyebrows. She knew that was not possible in her wildest dreams. "Or maybe I would have just sat patiently until you did give me one. I can't say."