“I mean, maybe one day you’ll manage to pin me down. I don’t think you’ll gain super strength one day, at least I hope not.”

She questioned his question on them just being friends, giving him pause. He wasn’t entirely sure what he meant when he asked, the vagueness of the idea now needing to be expanded upon in order to make sense to him and her. He hummed in the thought, chewing on the bread as he did so.

“Like I said, if we never married and stayed friends, didn’t… move in with one another and stayed in separate apartments. What do you think would have happened? If we bonded but never kissed or held hands like that? I think about it sometimes,” he went, looking at her, “not because I don’t want to be married to you. Just, what if the fates were different?”

Noah was asking questions of her he already asked himself many times before, the scenarios changing and being different each time. However, hearing the questions aloud prompted another he asked: “What is it that made you like me anyway? I was mean to you… and I wasn’t normal.”

Noah recalled the curt way in which he greeted her when they first met in Syliras, how he spoke in clear disregard for her feelings but only to sate his own curiosity on who she was as a person. He was determining if she was ‘shiny’ enough to hold his attention. He also recalled the weeks she took care of him when he was crippled because of his leg. He grew tired of her attention and her care, wishing she would leave him alone half the time but also thankful she came when she did. He supposed that was the start of their relationship, but Elann’s motivations weren’t entirely known to him, here he sought for clarification on what she was attracted to in him mentally.